July 30, 2007
99% of the time I really enjoy being a mother. The 1% of the time that I don't enjoy motherhood is when James is using his wiffleball bat, and when I'm sick. Well, I'm sick. I have a cold...and it's a bad one.
Today alone I've used up an entire jumbo roll of toilet paper just by wiping my nose. Unfortunately it's the cheap stuff. You know the kind--the generic blue box of 44 rolls at Sam's Club that says "Discount toilet tissue--suitable for offices, churches, and nursing homes." There's no mention of angels or clouds, and there absolutely shouldn't be. This stuff will sand the first layer of skin off an elephant's rear, so you can only imagine what it does to my delicate button nose.
My nose hurts.
If you're interested in hearing more of my childlike self pity, then by all means, read on. But if you're looking for something a little more uplifting, just click here. It's a happy place.
I'm not in a happy place. My nose is drippy. And my head hurts.
I think the only thing that's worse than being sick, is taking care of a toddler when you're sick. They don't know how to bring you ginger ale in a cup with a straw, they can't heat up the stove to make soup, and they have no idea how to behave.
I have, however, learned that children's DVDs will automatically play and repeat without pressing any buttons (I bet a mom with a cold came up with that feature). I've also learned that James can watch TV for seven and a half hours straight and be pretty happy about it. And last but not least, I've learned that James is a very, very thoughtful two year old boy. He fed me his applesauce today with a kid sized spoon.
I've never seen him share his applesauce with anyone. It's his favorite.