Okay, I'm not sick...the babies are sick. They have the nastiest colds...n.a.s.t.i.e.s.t...
We've been very lucky with our kids b/c they really don't get sick a lot (knock wood). I'm not a total germaphobe (I don't even believe in that fancy anti-bacterial gel), they just haven't been sick a lot. This is their third cold in 19 months...that's not a lot...at all...I get it, but I'm going to complain a little bit anyway.
Complaint #1: Where does all of this snot come from? It's never ending. It never stops! It's all over the place! Matt will come up to me with his little lips doing this weird thing to signal, "please wipe this disgustingness off my face before I puke." Hailey, on the other hand, wipes her nose vigorously with her hand smearing it all over her face and hand. She then proceeds to play with it ...pulling it like it's Silly Putty. God forbid I turn my back on that girl!
Complaint #2: Since there is so much snot, apparently that ceases all functioning of the swallowing action. There is drool all over the place...all.over.the.place. It's on my shirt, jeans, sneakers, rug, couch, dog...it's disgusting. Drool and snot...lovely!
Complaint #3: They are needy...really needy! Matthew spent the better part of yesterday crying and begging to be picked up. When I finally did pick him up, he cried more b/c I wasn't doing it right (that's just a guess on my part...I felt like I couldn't do anything right yesterday). God, when I put him down, all hell broke loose! Poor Hailey barely got any attention. She made up for it today though as she had to be constantly monitored for ongoing Snot Facials. At least she was in good spirits though.
Complaint #4: We can't do anything! Okay, that's an exaggeration. We can't do our normal stuff...we can't do playdates, go to the gym, or storytime. I didn't realize how much I relied on these things. I also didn't realize that when the kids get sick, it's my gym routine that gets sacked...not Husband's. Can it be? Can I really be jealous of him being able to work out? Yikes...maybe I'm getting sick!
Don't get me wrong...I love my kids more than anything, but this is really gross. I still don't understand people who say things like, "well, it's different when they're your kids." REALLY??? Doesn't feel much different...still seems just as gross. Those are probably the people who wanted to experience childbirth...yuck! I'm just not into that...slice me open any day! Wait...I've digressed.
I am so hoping that these colds go away soon. I never realized how many people try to convince you or secretly hope that it wasn't their kid who got your kids sick. Who cares? As long as they're not throwing up, I don't care who got them sick...kids get sick. When it's puke, I'll look for a scapegoat and damn them to hell!
Hmmm...great...my throat hurts...lovely!