Showing posts with label Sick kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick kids. Show all posts

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Here's Swine in Your Eye

It started with an innocent splash of Purell after grocery shopping. Some quick disinfecting of the shopping cart handle. And a little extra hand washing at home.

Which quickly graduated to…

Obsessive purchasing of disinfectants.

Frantic stocking up on a month’s worth of chicken soup and Children’s Tylenol.

Trolling Facebook for clues as to who to avoid.

And, though I am not proud to admit…..breath holding in crowded areas.

Yes, I have been sucked into this feverish frenzy, the black hole of flu panic. Determined to dodge the flu bullet, I have built a virtual flu fortress. I am armed with Lysol and equipped with Echinacea. I possess an arsenal of antioxidants, vitamins, herbal remedies and citrus beverages.

Prepared and ready to do battle, I am a flu bug warrior. Hear me roar.

And, step aside as I bubble wrap my blog, will ya?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Goop

I have recently made an observation.

I have read dozens of parenting books, blogs and mags. I attended the parenting prep course at the hospital. I even took an early childhood development course or two while obtaining my teaching credential (imagine that.)

At no time did I receive even a glimpse of a warning regarding the goop I would encounter once I had kids.

Yeah, yeah. Somehow I ended up with a nose syringe along the way. But, without instructions, explanations or demonstrations, mind you.

There was never information on how to de-goop, de-clog or de-goober. No tips on dried versus wet goop. No discussion regarding the resistance you would encounter while attempting to clean this goop. No advice regarding the difficulty in keeping the goop in authorized areas. But, my main complaint is the avoidance of the mention of the goop transfer.

A typical child has 8 colds a year. Goober transfer is a big deal. Without proper guidance, things can get outta hand. What starts with one goopy, little nose quickly leads to a goobery back of the sleeve, goobery cheeks, and goobery hair. And, once the fingers are goobered…Well, that’s one goobery, slippery slope.

The living room goober transfer quickly proceeds. The back of the couch usually is the first to fall victim, followed by the arm of the couch and other low, unsuspecting, carpety, secrety places….I’m sure you’re getting the picture.

Worse yet, you can’t even escape the gooberiness yourself. Yes, you become part of the goober transfer. As you attempt to wrangle the goobers, you become a big part of the goober problem. Consider the goober baton passed, so to speak, as you become a working cog in the goober wheel, transferring goobers to all kinds of unsuspecting up high, un-carperty areas. You are, thereby, completing the goober transfer.

Shivering in your boots? Fear not. This can work in your favor.

Hubby: “Babe, can ya pass me the remote?”

Me: “Here, honey.”

Hubby: “What’s this? EEEWW!!”

Me: Vengeful giggle.

Don’t judge me. Hard to keep your sanity in this goobery house. Yeah, and consider yourself slimed, too! My compliments.


~Author's note~ Thank you all for supporting me last week during my writer's strike. I am back to work now and am looking forward to putting this all behind me. And, as far as that little itty bitty thing with Larry King...Well, he promised to put the whole thing behind him as well...provided I stay at least 30 yards from him and his studio at all times. NO problem Lar, ya big chick magnet!