I was thinking the other day about I haven't been inspired to write. And I don't know if it is inspiration versus laziness, but call it what you will.
Over the past few months, I have switched my "free time" to training time as I prep for my Tough Mudder. Running, exercising, and whatnot. The boys are so amused by this. They ask to go for runs or they claim to do their "exercises", which incidentally if it what I look like during my work outs, thank god I have blinds on my windows....
And for the most part, most of us have been healthy. But with this unseasonably warm weather here, the germs never died. So now I am home with one recovering and one beginning illness children, fighting fevers and boogers with my Super Mommy Powers.
A working mom by day, Super Mommy dons her illness patrol patch, in hopes to combat any of Viral's men from entering her dwelling. On her utility belt is a box of tissues, hand sanitizer and a plastic bag to help fight the crime of the Boogie Man. With her stock of magic medicines, Benadryl and Ibuprofen, forever dwindling, Super Mommy must travel through sleet, snow, rain, and the best sunny days the Earth has to offer to retrieve them.
But reality kicks in. Get the barf bowl. Hopefully not to be used. Fill 17 trashcans with snotty tissues. Wash hands until dry and cracked. Eat mac and cheese for breakfast, because frankly you just don't care. Have the children play outside to get some "fresh air" but really to wear them out so they will actually take a nap. Watch way too much TV and play way too many electronic games. Don't put make up on, because I know I am not leaving the house. Wear puhpuns (or pichou as the French Canadiens call them) and robes. Laugh hysterically as your child blows caterpillars out his nostrils, landing in multiple piles on the floor.
Ah, the joys of motherhood. Luckily, I actually kind of enjoy it.