Go figure

Go figure, the last post I wrote yesterday, I felt much better. My throat felt better. Big deal it was! Really. But by the time it was nearing bedtime I was aware of the truth. I was only going downhill. I have a cold. I am now miserable. Bad night, awoke with the clock by the other side of the bed showing: 10:07am; :veryshocked:

I stumbled downstairs and there were all three children, watching Roly Poly Oly (disney childrens animated show – cute stuff.) And Russell was just helping himself to a cup of coffee :rolleyes:

“Where’s your Daddy?” I managed to push out through my very cloggy voice box.

“Oh, at church!” they all replied in unison.

Then they swarmed around me and into the kitchen all yapping at the same time saying different things though. It was caos! They were only telling me that their Daddy had left one more toaster tart and one icing packet for me. They apparently were charged with telling me that when I arose. OK. Sugary tart for breakfast, feeling bad, icky cold symptoms. No thank you!

I usually don’t buy such things. Frank does sometimes. He does it to help make things easy. Good intentions, the children love it, I like it sort of, the product, but inside know it’s junk and wouldn’t buy it myself, and … blah, blah, blah I could go on, but won’t. 😉

I was just surprised at how late it was when I awoke, and that my husband left and went to church leaving the children all there. If charged properly it can work, our eldest is 9, but it’s not always a kosher thing to do. All in all, Frank must have just left when I awoke. It’s probably what awoke me. But when I made my way down it was obvious that he was totally gone, and the children wouldn’t be able to say exactly when he left, or estimate it very well. We had talked the night before and he was going to take one or two of them with him, but must have chickened out when the time arrived, and I was still abed. Yes, better to leave them all then to leave only Asa with me still asleep. But that’s an ethereal situation, not what happened. Activities of a higher nature, getting the other two ready, would have awoken me anyhow. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Well this Cold-virus is not a fun thing. I avoided the ickies for so long, only to finally have it come slamming down on me right when Frank is poised to go on a week long trip for work. Ugh, ick, yuck. That’s how it often is with me, it toys with me and I guess I get my army defending well at first, then I start to feel sick, then better, the army is defending well. That then brings another rebel-army to the door, and my army defends again, and again. Then a new marauding army comes to town and barges in and flattens my army posted at the gate. It gets in. Full Body War begins.

It’s probably just a mutation-ish thing, these dumb viruses hit the children, they’ve never had them before, and the virus does it job. The whole time it’s looking at me and saying “I’ve seen you before” and somehow changes itself to become a worthy virus for me or beckons another passing virus to join in the cause. Thanks a lot.