Now, there are many down sides to Ben working at Wal-Fart, err... sorry, my bad, always making typos. Wal-Mart! Aside from having to be "certified" to use a screwdriver there (story for another time), it is also the germ capital of any location it sits in. In the wintertime, I don't shop there without being fully armed with an arsenal of disinfectant wipes. I swear on my future grave, that is how my kids got RSV some years ago. But in the spring and summer, I get a little lazy when it comes down to sanitizing my chosen cart.
Pre-school is always an option as well. I am probably not the only mom that tries to disguise my kid's "minor-illness" with cough medicine and a note claiming that it's just hay fever. So I guess I get what I deserve when my kid comes home hosting who knows what, and passes it to us.
So here we find ourselves totally vegetating today. All sick. Dishes crawling out the sink, across the counter, and assaulting a bowl of fresh fruit and a loaf of bread. We ran out of sippy cups. There are no spoons to be found. And bowls? What are those? I guess it's Carl's Jr. for us. Who wants to leave the house? You! No, You! Okay, we will ALL go. So in our pajamas, our very stylish family, packs into the car and heads to the drive-thru where much to our displeasure no one speaks English. Great. That's what we get for leaving the house. Daddy Nut is especially whiny, because that's how men get when they are sick, and parks himself back in his place on the couch which has molded to fit his butt.
The boys and I decide to resume our vegetative states as well once more, but all the cozy places were taken over by dirty laundry while we were gone. How can that be? Has it come to life hijacking our stuff? My husband clues me in by telling me it was there all along, I was just sitting on it. Nice. That's what that smell was, I thought it was him (although, I do suspect there may be a poopy diaper hiding somewhere close by as well).
Deciding that I was just too weak to move the laundry, and I didn't want to sit on it again due to the unpleasant aroma hovering around. I went to my next favorite place. The computer, where I happen to find myself now. Imagine that.
Hopefully tomorrow I will wake up to a clean house, laundry folded, dishes washed. Fat chance, huh? Wish us all a speedy recovery (especially me -- you KNOW how much gets done when the mama is out sick). We (I) need it!
What a helpful guy! Don't hurt yourself, Honey!