i think i can, i think i can….

The snotted are to me.  They were passed like the Olympic torch, I tried to run but like every mom I had to take my turn- runny nose, cough sore throat.  Like every perfect mother that is sick, I screamed, yelled, grew very frustrated with every minuscule demand on my mommy-self.  “Really you need lunch can’t you see I am dying here!”  My poor, poor children.  Don’t fret I gave them lunch.

I do not have a voice, it comes and goes.  It actually hurts me more then the kids when I raise my voice.  Me thinks me husband likes the quiet type, he has been extra nice to me.  A quiet girl I am not, so he can enjoy it while it lasts.

My nose goes from vice grip congestion to uncontrollable snot nose vomit.  Gross I know, I am not here to paint a pretty picture!  It has put Kleenex in good standings so if you own stock just leave a “Thanks a bunch” in the comment section.

Being a sick mom is no fun, and the ones who suffer the most are my poor kids.  My judgement is off, my fuse is short.  My desire to lay in rest hampers their desire to play outside.  I have such guilt that can only be cured by extra hugs and kisses on those cute face and a “sorry mommy was a cranky beast.”