Saturday, November 10

voices in my head

Calm before the Storm: Bumper on Friday

Today, both SB and Bumper woke up sick.

This time it's a bit different from our other times of pox. Bumper and I usually rotate playing the Typhoid Mary role and SB is the hapless stranger, trapped in our midst. Good thing he has such a strong immune system must be all that blood of... whoops... uh nevermind.

But immunity has failed SB today. Today it appears that I have managed to evade this cold but the odds are against me. I usually pick up everything that is going around [insert own joke here - yes, I'm THAT tired and lazy].

Somehow Bumper is managing to maintain her energy and seems to enjoy having an icky runny-all-over-the-face nose. I say that because any and all tissue-application requires a cornering or tactical ambush surprise attack approach from behind.

Her energy levels make no sense - how is it possible to be so obviously sick and yet able to run circles around both her parents and both the cats? HOW?

SB deserves a medal. He still kept her entertained and distracted each time I looked like I was about to go insane and rip my hair out in chunks while I got things done.

It's barely 8pm and I want to go to bed.

My 21-year-old self is very VERY disgusted with me.

I can hear her calling me a luh-ooozer while doing the entire L-shaped fingers to the forehead.

Like, I totally can.

11 comments:

Chag said...

Doesn't she know she's not allowed to get sick on the weekend? Hopefully, she'll have that all figured out by the time school starts.

Jezer said...

Oh, yes, indeed--the tactical ambush/ surprise attack approach to booger-wiping. It's one we use often. Here's hoping the pox passes you by this time.

SciFi Dad said...

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you'll get it soon enough. If it got SB, it's likely this super-bug that comes in 31 flavours which has been plaguing our home for weeks now... we just keep passing around variations on the same theme... like toccata and fugue, only with more snot.

lildb said...

we lead such parallel lives it's kind of frightening.

xoxo

Naomi (Urban Mummy) said...

I've got it. Kids don't. Yet. Well, The Weed might have had a bit of it. Sucky sucky sickness.

Here's hoping they feel better, and you don't feel worse!

Kyla said...

Love that photo!!

So sorry about the sickies. I hope they both feel better soon!

Hetha said...

Thanks for stopping by (from Kyla's blog) and lending some support, Ethan came out of surgery with flying colors.

You have an adorable blog, mind if I stay awhile?

Mac and Cheese said...

Your 21-year-old self has no idea. Don't let her get to you. I hope mucus-fest comes to an end soon.

b*babbler said...

Ewww... its always Mr Babbler who gets it around here. Is there anything worse than a sick man? Seriously...

Good luck with the snot fest. May the kleenex gods be with you!

something blue said...

The running in circles while sick routine that they pull is mind-boggling.

21 was also an astounding year. I think we just did not truly appreciate sleep back then.

kittenpie said...

Yeah, my bedtime has hovered between 8:30 aned 10 for the last month or more. I don't know what the hell is going on with me, but even if it's not planned, I am OUT.