Snatching Flies Out of the Air….
may sound difficult. But the fact is that these ruddy little flies are all over the house. Darned if I know where they came from, but whacking them out of the air or catching them and smashing them has become our newest pastime here. The kids are running around with fly-swatters, and I go nowhere without a rolled-up magazine. It’s actually a bit fun trying to grab the little blighters. A bit of a challenge.
I’ve not gotten much done the last couple of days. I’m rather disappointed, actually. I got the kitchen clean, finally, and got some laundry done and folded. But I was awfully sick yesterday — puked for the first time since morning sickness with my youngest (almost six years ago), and just couldn’t do much. And I am so draggy today. And of course, Moms are not allowed to be sick. I think it’s in the Constitution somewhere. Or an unwritten, small-print clause on the birth certificate:
By giving birth to this child, I hereby relinquish all rights to personal illness for the next twenty years. I understand that motherhood prohibits sick time for any reason whatsoever, and that I may be held morally responsible for any illness I choose to contract. Furthermore, I acknowledge that my spouse, child(ren), family members, and society in general may blame me for any personal illness contracted, and I accept full responsibility for all guilt feelings that may be heaped upon me should I become ill while the parent of a minor child.
Anyway. The rules are that mom, no matter how ghastly she may feel, must still care for her ill children, prepare nourishing meals, and find things for them to do. I must say, though, the children have surprised me. I have run the dishwasher four times since Thursday, and they have done a great deal of the putting away of clean dishes all by themselves. Amazing. They also amused themselves pretty much all day with their Brio train and the Connect Four game.
The youngest isn’t vomiting anymore — in fact, he just gobbled up a lovely dinner of filet mignon in cognac cream sauce, steamed broccoli, and sauteed cabbage. He was unhappy that I would not let him have ranch dip for his broccoli, but he ate it anyway.
Well, I think I will finish up the supper dishes and take myself to bed. Perhaps if I go to sleep right away and get up at my usual time (5:30) tomorrow, I can get at least the laundry and ironing completely finished tomorrow. I really miss being a stay-home mom. It’s depressing how awful the house can get in just a short time. When I was a stay-home mom, getting it all together never seemed quite as hopeless as it does at present.