Ah February.
A month I looked forward to. A month I waited for.
A month which has totally stunk it up.
Our entire family (sans two members – more on those two later) have spent all of February SICK WITH A CHEST COLD.
One of those colds; you know the type. When the sneezy, sniffly sort; your nose is stuffy, your head aches to high heaven, you body writhes in pain, your eyes itch, and you can’t quit coughing.
The kind where you run outta an entire box of tissues in one day and drink up so much OJ that even the emergency cans in the back of the freezer are gone.
Now times this by five, put two still healthy teenage boys young men in charge of everyone and everything (including laundry) and you have the entire awful picture.
The first week of February was to be a busy time around here.
I had work to finish up. I had actually gotten myself back onto the dread treadmill last week and was doing pretty well
(ie: I went three days straight without actually dying.
Me thinks this overexertion may have something to do with this nasty cold. Though everyone I mention this to disagrees).
We have several commitments this week, including two basketball practices, the final basketball game and pizza party; the first meeting of Little Bit’s Homeshool Group (which has now had to be postponed.
I hate postponed).
Choir, scouts, more scouts, Dr. appointments (how ironic is that), and a number of other important goings on.
And then we caught these horrid hacking disgusting colds.
{Honestly. I’m coughing all over my keyboard as I write. It’s so gross.}
So what to do? Well naturally we hunker down. We clip dark sheets onto the light colored curtains covering the ginormous windows in the family room to dim things a bit ‘cause the light hurts our eyes. The healthy amongst us go to the store in search of more tea and orange juice and tissue. We each choose a couch or chair to accommodate our hacking body and our chosen blanket and pillow, dose ourselves with cold medicine which, though it really does no good, does help us to sleep and dulls the aches and pains a bit.
Then we watch The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, multiple RugRats episodes, a “chick flick” when Little Bit falls asleep, the gross out fest which is War of the Worlds after Little Bit has gone to bed and, beginning either the second or third day (I honestly can’t recall) every single Harry Potter movie they made.
In a row.
{Though, since one does tend to drift off every now and again, Harry seems to change from a young boy seeking more points for Gryffindor to a young man fighting for his life rather suddenly.
But as we’ve seen ‘em all before that doesn’t matter in the least. }
And we discuss the merits of each film and how they differ from the book and what we wish they’d kept in and what was fine to leave out and what perfect casting it was.
And I, as usual, bemoan the fact that Richard Harris died and we only have our “original Dumbledore” in the first two films.
Then one of our “nurses” makes a quadruple batch of tapioca which disappears in an amazingly short time so more is made (and naturally the milk is all used). The fire smokes, the clean laundry stacks up (because, though they are privy to the workings of the washer and dryer, folding is evidently beyond Our Nurse’s skill level), dinner is a perpetual mystery and, it seems to be that rotten “Nobody’s” week to wash the pots and pans.
{I dislike Nobody on a good day.}
And thus has my February begun.
But will I let it get me down? Will I become depressed and melancholy – especially as the beautiful snow is melting and the Brown Yuck is slowly taking its place.
Yes No.
Yes Yes Yes No!
Did the guy in War of the Worlds give up, even when he was sucked into that gross alien tripod thing? No.
Did either the Sorcerer or his Apprentice give up? I don’t think so.
And did Harry Potter & Co. give up even once throughout eight (or was it nine?) movies? I should say not.
I will kill this cold. I’ll drown it with tea and oj, smother it with blankets and “heaty things”, vaporize it with vicks.
And February, (at least what’s left of it), shall be mine!!
Bwah hah hah
So there.
