Say hello to my little friend.
This is George. Some would say George rules the world. Some say George can buy you happiness. But this I do know:
you can take George here.
Here George does rule. And here he does buys happiness, if you get happy filling a shopping cart with cat litter, christmas ornaments, nail polish, frozen fish sticks, baby booties, foil cookware, wrapping paper, spaghetti o’s, pregnancy tests, cap guns, shower gel, chinese yo-yo’s, and candy canes.
Luckily for me, it does. I could be in a foul mood, seemingly unresponsive, but just give me a 20 spot and 60 minutes, and I’m a new woman.
How does he do it?
Tis the season.
My children are sick. Various bodily fluids are leaking from various places. Whines are bellowed from room to room. Thrashing aching bodies distract people who are driving by my house. Throats are red. Fevers are high. (Yes! It’s that bad.)
My usually merciful heart is raging battle with the irritated woman in me who just wishes to be alone for ONE GOSH DARN SECOND! IF YOU DON’T MIND?
I am torn betwixt two very different me’s:
1. The “take care of me Mommy.” mommy.
2. The feared, “Get the frick out of my face!” mommy.
I hate to see my kids be sick. I do. You can’t help them. You just watch them suffer. It’s awful. Really. Really. Awful.
But after 2 weeks of running noses and coughing. A couple days of what my kids like to call the “fast poop”. 3 cases of strep throat. One night of a kid yakking up her antibiotics. And all along the way the snot continues to flow like milk and honey.
Needless to say the feared Mom has come.
The merciful Mom has found a place in the darkest corner of my heart where it cowers in fear from the me who rules my personality right at this very moment. (Just ask my husband… or as I like to call him, “Would it KILL you to change a friggin diaper?”)
