No Wind In My Sails

Or in my lungs, for that matter.

We're fighting the can't stop blowing my nose/can't quite get a full breath bug around here.  Last week it was the big kids, the past few days it was Thomas, and today it's me.

There seems to be something amiss though.  I laid on the couch this morning and croaked "Where's my breakfast" like Clara did last week.  She got great results - toast, eggs, juice, and snuggles from a doting caretaker (aka Mommy) who even rubbed her feet.  But me?  It didn't work.  At all.  

In fact, Sammy came over to me, poked me a little bit to see if she could get me to open my eyes.  I was thinking "awww, my sweet baby girl is here to give me some love".  But when I opened my eyes all I heard was "Mama, Tommy has boogers.  And I hungry.  You make me eggs?"

Hey?!  Definitely some sort of malfunction going on here.

Do you remember what it was like to be sick when you were a little kid?  I do.  Although it felt physically miserable, I actually have fond memories of sick days.  I'd lie on the orange and green and tan floral couch (that couch that I ended up taking to college with me that hubby and I had in our first home).  Mom would cover me with the green and white crocheted afghan that she sewed with her very own hands.  I'd watch TV and lie there all day.  Mom would come and go - she'd sweep the hair off my warm forehead and give me a kiss (checking my temp I'm sure, but still a kiss).  She'd keep the metal TV tray stocked with icy 7-UP and toast in case I got hungry.  And of course, there was that round stainless steel bowl - the barf bowl.  I can still remember the sound and cold feel of that bowl - Mom and Dad still have it, I'm sure.

You know you're blessed with great parents when even sick days evoke sweet memories.

I want my Moooommmmmyyyyyy!

Craig and Bethany  – (3/11/2009 11:06:00 AM)  

I have fond memories of chicken pox during hunting season. Dad and Mom are out in the cold, wet, freezing Montana wilderness hoping for a deer or antelope. I am at Gramma's curled up in the afghan made with her very own hands. The fire crackles, the fizzy ginger ale float tickles my throat, and I fall asleep watching Charlie Brown. Ahh, almost makes being sick worth it.

Anonymous –   – (3/11/2009 02:09:00 PM)  

I have just experienced what you're talking about! My whole family has had some kind of nasty bug and I sure could have used some "babying". That's the sad thing about being the mom, there's no one to take care of you!

Brimful Curiosities  – (3/11/2009 02:57:00 PM)  

My daughter is fighting a bad ear infection. I never got ear infections much as a child but I remember one and I was miserable. Remember laying on a heating pad in bed and wondering why it had to hurt so bad.

BlueCastle  – (3/11/2009 03:28:00 PM)  

Isn't it funny how sickness can make you revert to a child again? I, too, long for my mom when I get sick. It's so hard when you're the mom and there are little people needing you. :)

We had a barf bowl too. It was a huge yellow Tupperware one. Even today when I see those big bowls, I don't think about using them for mixing. Instead, I hear my dad's voice saying "Save me the big pieces!" :)

Hilty Sprouts  – (3/11/2009 10:10:00 PM)  

That's one of those things that no one tells you before you have kids...moms don't get sick days, EVER. Hope you get better soon!

Lana  – (3/12/2009 02:19:00 PM)  

I'm so sorry your sick. I had the flu last month and totally identify with you. My best memories of being sick as a kid meant that Mom would come back from the drug store with my medicine and a new coloring book and crayons.

Tracy  – (3/13/2009 05:33:00 PM)  

I have sweet memories of my mom taking care of me when I was sick. She would wrap ice cubes in a towel, lay them on the brick hearth, and bang them with a hammer to make ice chips for me. They were the best ice chips ever! I am sick too...again. And I need my Mama...again.

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