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Pretend I Wrote This Today

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Hi! Just back from Los Angeles, where I’ve been three weeks out of this month alone. The first four episodes of BlogThis! have wrapped and now I’m sitting here in San Diego in a “What now?” tizz that will last all of three minutes until my next project hits me in the face with alarming force. Anyway, as I ponder a few hours of doing nothingness, I thought of this post below because it was the AFTER of a big thing and perfectly describes how I feel right now. Like if you cared. Also! I quit Zoloft cold turkey. More on that wise and ridiculous decision soon…

 

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Toots’s cure for the flu. It’s important that the green cylinder be placed ONLY on the left foot, second piggy from the big toe. Also, the plastic eyeball MUST be affixed firmly to the left shin. Not the knee. The shin. Furthermore, be sure to use only pink and orange Bendaroos for the criss-cross. Needs to be positioned exactly one-and-a-half inch above the eyeball. The eggshell? Doesn’t have to be purple. That was for display purposes only. But must be filled with pixie dust and stay between the legs for at least five minutes.

 

Today I’m that rare combination of tired, over stimulated, restless, and greasy. The girls have been sick nearly all week and it was a roller coaster, especially with Toots. Yesterday, after a brief recovery period, she took a scary turn for the worse, and I silently panicked as I watched her wan face grow more pale, the eye circles darken, and her spirit weaken. I’d never seen her so quiet and worn out. And I’m even counting the days when she was a newborn.

 

I’ve no idea if she actually had swine flu, but she certainly showed the symptoms, capping the spectacular flu extravaganza with a voluminous display of vomit and diarrhea last night. My biologist friend told me that the virus worked its way out her body, starting with one end and exiting the other, and I liked that. It certainly seemed to be true. Even so, my fingers are crossed that it’s all over and done.

 

Booger hasn’t suffered the same intensity of symptoms, thank heavens. I couldn’t bear to see her three-year-old body buckle under the weight of such sickness. Toots’ state nearly undid me. To the point where the ever stable Rock begged me to stop saying “I’m so worried…,” while looking off into the middle distance and visualizing the great flu epidemic of 1918, because I was thrusting him into a panic state, and nobody wants a hysterical Rock.

 

At the same time, he and I succumbed to stress, him adopting a dictatorial tone (Can you get me that barf bag? NOW????!!!!) and me getting all hurt and pissy. I even told him that I don’t want him around in a crisis or be my partner in the Amazing Race because all he’d do is yell at me. So I’m sorry about that. Really. I’ve always been too sensitive.

 

…Which is probably why I’m on edge now. Yesterday, I ran out of shampoo because I haven’t left the house in three days to shop, so I washed my hair with Irish Spring, an act not nearly as refreshing as it sounds. Also, we’ve all eaten untold amounts of pizza and Jimmy Dean sausage, giving rise to unpleasant feelings of increased body oil production. Then there’s the Disney Princess movies. Playing in the background. Playing in the background. Playing in the background. I’m one bird tweet or mermaid splash away from dunking my head in the unwashed, poo-riddled laundry.

 

Still. Right now, the girls are camped out on top of the coffee table, playing War, and yelling Uncle. A sight quite unlike the last few days. So I’m just going to open the blinds and air things out.

 

After all, it’s a beautiful day out there.

 

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  1. julie gardner says

    April 23, 2012 at 5:44 pm

    There is nothing worse than when the kids are sick.

    Except maybe for when the kids are sick and I get sick, too.

    Which is not to say I don’t care when Bill gets sick.

    But yeah. I kind of don’t.

    (Shhhhhh.)

    Congratulations on wrapping the first four episodes of BlogThis! You are a phenom.

    And I just can’t wait to see the results…

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  2. heidi says

    April 23, 2012 at 7:06 pm

    “I’m one bird tweet or mermaid splash away from dunking my head in the unwashed, poo-riddled laundry.” You are awesome.

    I hope everyone gets better fast!

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  3. tinsenpup says

    April 25, 2012 at 4:49 pm

    It’s awful when your babies are that sick. You’re so used to them being noisy and insane (in the nicest possible way) that it can be terribly disturbing when they’re not.

    Also, serious congratulations on getting off the Zoloft – a wise and ridiculous decision indeed!

    P.S. When I stopped taking anti-depressants 11.5 years ago, I immediately got pregnant! Admittedly, I also stopped taking the pill at the same time, but I think we can agree it could have been either of those that caused it. Or sex. The sex might have had something to do with it too.

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  4. Aunt Snow says

    April 26, 2012 at 7:42 am

    I think the green cylinder and orange/pink bendaroos are probably what I needed this December when I had the creeping crud. But no mermaids or tweety birds, please! Next time!

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  5. Jack@TheJackB says

    April 26, 2012 at 11:55 pm

    But must be filled with pixie dust and stay between the legs for at least five minutes

    I think that describes exactly how we got pregnant twice. Or maybe not, hard to remember now. Guess I am getting old.

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