The Flu Bug bit my house last week. Yes, just when I had sent the children back to school and had welcomed back my creativity like a long, lost relative - Monday night turned into every parent's favorite game show How Little Sleep Can You Function On?
By Tuesday the doc confirmed we had not one but two cases of influenza in the house and asked if I wanted Tamiflu.
To which I answered in a loud, shouty voice, "IS THE PACIFIC WET? OF COURSE I WANT TAMIFLU. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO A HOUSEHOLD WHEN THE MOM GETS SICK? FOR ONE DAY MUCH LESS FIVE?!?! THE REAL QUESTION IS, DOC, DO I WANT TAMIFLU OR DO I WANT TO BURN MY OWN HOUSE DOWN NEXT WEEK? BECAUSE THAT IS THE NEXT LIKELY THING THAT HAPPENS AFTER A MOM GETS THE FLU."
To which she calmly wrote my Tamiflu prescrip and asked if I also needed something for the anxiety.
Psssshhhh. Anxiety? Me? That's my normal modus operandi Darlin'. I am the human equivalent of a tornado each and every damn day.
Anyway. So, once again. My blog became the equivalent of a pet Hermit Crab - which is to say, grossly ignored. I'd like to think at some point we will go back to our regularly scheduled chaos where the kids actually go to school and I actually buy groceries and not just copious amounts of Gatorade but let's be real, no one's life is ever "normal" for very long. We just get into routines that we become used to and we learn to function our best at that pace. Then something comes along to shake it all up and we get a new version of "normal" and we have to train ourselves to function at the level.
People get sick. People have surgery. Your gym routine gets wrecked. You develop an allergy. Someone gets a work transfer. Someone loses a job. A kid learns to drive. A kid graduates and moves to college....
Okay that last one is a "normal" I'm not ready to sink my teeth into yet. I realize its looming on the horizon with him being a senior and getting good grades and all, but I will function at that level the minute I have to and not one second before, thankyouverymuch.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have something in my eye.
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!