Friday, August 20, 2010
Whining Time Station
The whining gets old, so we try to keep it to designated Whining Times. When we're all sick, we whine once an hour for two straight minutes, as loud and whiny as we can. During that time, our living room is Whining Time Station. It's like Shining Time Station, only more annoying and without the fun of seeing Mr. Conductor but thinking of George Carlin's "Seven Words You Can't Say on Television."
We were sick, we whined, we got over it. Two days of trying to eke every last shred of energy out of my soul to take care of four sick kids when all I wanted to do was go back to bed. We've had worse. There was, of course, the Great Swine Flu Debacle of 2009, in which our family infected most of America with the H1N1 virus. (I'm still really, really sorry about that, America.)
There was also an illness that our family still refers to as the Valentine's Day Massacre, which was a couple years ago. This was during a time when I obviously had more time on my hands than I do now, because I was running obsessively every night at the local Y. Actually, I guess I had the same amount of time as I do now, except I'm using that time to write these blog posts, which I can do from the comfort of my couch.
When I left to go a-runnin', the kids were already in bed, and the Absent-Minded Professor was mumbling something about not feeling well. I suggested he sleep in the guest room and keep his cooties to himself. I went to the gym and ran 10K on a treadmill, a feat I have never been able to repeat. I hit one of those runner's highs people talk about and I just. kept. running.
Eventually, my family got better. Many, many Beanie Babies were lost in the Valentine's Day Massacre. Also, the kids had to miss their Valentine parties at school, which was devastating. At some point, the Peanut Butter Kid asked me why I never got sick.
"I don't know," I said. I was really careful about washing my hands a lot. Maybe I sweated out the germs at the gym. Or maybe I just got lucky."
Six months passed.
Apropos of nothing, the Peanut Butter Kid welcomed some friends into our home for a playdate with the announcement, "I want to get lucky like Mommy did on Valentine's Day."