For all the smack I talk, mostly via inner monologue because I really don't like conflict or hurting people I like, I'm generally a happy person. When I am stressed out, bummed out, or just plain pissed off, I really do try to keep it to myself. I like my blog to be a place of positivity...you catch more flies with honey, right? Well, sometimes you just have to let it out. So that's what made me think of Bitch and Moan Monday. Share your complaints, leave it here, and move on to a great week!!
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Germs kinda suck. We're pretty lucky, we really don't get sick that often. I think Mr. Floren has taken one sick day in the last five years. He's hardcore. The girls, in the realm of preschool age bacteria factories, are pretty bulletproof. Twice a year, maybe, they actually get infected enough to slow down and take a "sick day." The Little One was whiny Friday night, but really, she's three, she's freaking whiny all the time. It's nothing abnormal. She came into the room at 4 am, which again, is nothing abnormal (*eye roll*). But as soon as she pulled herself up and in next to me, I could tell something was up...she was burning up...you seriously didn't even need to touch her to feel the warmth radiating from her. She had peeled off her "Pen-pess Uh-Whoa-Wah" Jammies just in time to tell me her tummy hurt and have a little accident. In my bed.
I woke Mr. Floren up and had him cool her down and clean her up in the bath, and I had the unenviable task of washing dirty linens and remaking the bed. But she was so frail looking, with bags under her eyes and rosy cheeks on top of pale skin, half wet hair stringing down her face and chapped lips covered in Mama's chapstick, that it just broke my heart and I just wanted to hold her as close as humanly possible. I only bitch at the stupid germs that make my baby feel like poop. She's hacking and still has a fever, albeit much, much lower and somewhat breakable. She also normally has a very squeaky, adorable, "cartoonish" voice, but after losing half of it, she sounds like Pikachu with a "baby drawl." Love her.
I am also fortunate enough to be the collateral damage. Skipped the part about pooping in the bed, but I just feel feverish and whiny. Most women talk of their husbands being big babies when they're sick and I totally agree. But I can't really say anything, because I am the whiniest, neediest, most pouting pathetic brat when I am sick. In between bursts of cleaning (dude, no matter how sick-that laundry was NOT going to do itself, yo-) I laid on the couch with a Lifetime movie worthy look of terminal illness on my face, and the dear, dear, Mr. Floren (who seriously has a knight-in-shining-armor complex) waited on me and cuddled the fever into submission. Love him.
So, what's up with you? Do tell me all about it in the comments, and if you want to grab the picture and do your own Bitch and Moan Monday post, leave the link so everyone can check it out!!
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