Saturday, February 23, 2013

Stuffy nose, sneezy, queezy, I am a mess!

Oh dear, the creeping crud has come upon me. I am miserable. I laid in bed, I took my tylenol, I've been drinking tea. I am still in pain. Throat and nose congested. It is not the worst thing, for sure, but it surely is a miserable cantankerous situation, when I am sick in this house. It is almost as bad as when I rent the rug doctor.

Get out of my way, I bellow. Mom's on the warpath, the children know and they duck. When they see that look of determination in my eyes, they know that the overhead is coming down upon them and they duck.

I have taken my children out to the tennis courts so that I can show them that part of my personality. I don't even have to talk when that face comes upon me. They all go, uh-oh. I rarely throw something directly at them, but they know that I want to. The drooling lust for the perfectly placed overhead to go in the court, is directed anger or passion or greed.

You don't even have to be in the lead, there is a separate lust for winning. But, just when the ball is lofty and softly coming down and you know that your grip is just right and your shoulder is itching to kill that ball. Pow! What a thrilling moment!

I want to kill these germs that are annoying me. Dreaming about the perfect lob to send into the fence is enough to comfort me and keep me from knocking these annoying children into next Tuesday. Thanks for the tools to redirect anger, from myself and others to the problem. Today the problem is these stupid germs!

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2 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

Hey Jayne ! i had the worst cold for almost a month. I took antibiotics and really did not feel any better (because it was viral I am almost convinced). i still have a cough but the thing that helped most is fluids, yogurt and REST! Laugh with me Mom's don't get rest. I know that now! If you can get a little more rest morning or night do that.I know that determined face you have Very intimidating! LOL Love the blog thank you!

February 24, 2013 at 6:13 AM
Jayne said...

Oh, Poor Jo! I am so sorry that you were sick. This flu season is intense. You lose so much immunities with a baby. I don't know why. Keeping the prenatal vitamins does help a bit, I have found. We are limited beings and we want to meet every need of the little cherub, given to our care. It is sad, how we use adrenalin to care for a little, selfish, happy faced love of our lives. They will never know how much we love them. Sometimes, they kiss you and you know they know.
I had my kids crying for "poor Jo!", who became the beautiful swan of the family. Now the mother of the year! We are all so proud of you and by the time I meet that treasure of yours, he'll be graduating Harvard. LOL.
Love you and feel better. { Milk thistle tea for chest congestion}

February 24, 2013 at 6:58 AM

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Title- The Studious One!

Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.