Daughters · Me

I ab a old. Again.

Cold-and-flu"Do you know what I always think about when you have a cold?" my youngest daughter asked me.

"What?" I replied.

"That post that you wrote years ago on your blog that started with, I ab a old."

I smiled back at her because although I don't remember everything I write here, I do remember that post.

And so, even though I'm supposed to be writing something new and witty today, I have a cold, and all I want to do is go upstairs, lay my head down on a pillow and take a nap.

So, just in case you're looking for something to read here, I'll do a throwback to January of 2011, another day when I felt just like I do today. 

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I ab a old.

My eyes are all gucky.

My ears and nose are clogged.

My head feels like it weighs ten pounds.

I want to lie down and relax, but I can't stop sneezing.

I plan on taking it easy today, but first, I need to take the cat in for dental surgery, tidy up the kitchen, put gas in the car, throw over the laundry, grocery shop, send a dozen e-mails and shovel the snow from the driveway. I also need to pick up my three kids from school and take them to math tutoring, swimming, piano and hockey tonight.

Somewhere today I will also take a call from my hubby, who is working on the west coast this week, and he will probably mention that I sound kinda funny and then will completely forget about it until he calls again – when I will still sound funny.

It's just a cold. It's not bad enough for me to shut down our life here.

What I really would like is a kiss on the forehead, an afternoon on the sofa wrapped in a blanket watching cartoons and someone to come along once in a while to check me for a temperature and to try to get me to eat some soup.

That's what I need.

But it's the Mom that does that.

And that would be uh, me. 

Hmmm. I guess I'd better go look for a can opener.

And crackers. I like crackers in my soup.

Ah…choo.

Sigh.
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