Sunday, November 2, 2008

Ode to Listerine

Tomorrow at work I begin a new month-long training assignment. So I likely will not be able to spend the day slumped at my desk, nose-blowing and self-pitying.

E has a slimy, sad, icky cold. She's had it for a few days. I don't want it. But I feel that naysaying itch in the back of my throat. So I've been gargling. Kill the germs! Kill the germs! Kill the germs!

The thing is, E's been sleeping poorly. She's congested, she wakes up coughing, she starts crying. Then she coughs some more, and then, guess who she calls for? And guess where I spend the rest of the night?

Get some sleep, so says common sense. The best thing for a cold is to get your rest. But: what if that sleep is spent in the contrails? In the toxic wake? In the phlegmatic, wheezy exhaust of the germs' mothership? Pin It


I wanted a little snack before I took the girls up for bath, because after bath we go directly into L's bedtime routine, then into E's dinner and bedtime. I heated up a plate of ginger-marinaded eggplant and sat down with it on the couch. L crawled up into my lap and tried reaching for whole slices of eggplant. If I hadn't peeled off the skin and eaten it myself (just to save L from choking on it), I don't think I would have gotten any eggplant at all.

So I asked M to bring me something to eat. He brought me a lovely plate of cheese and crackers. Then L reached for the crackers and began eating them, and E reached for the squares of cheese and began eating them, and now I have to go to (their) bed hungry. Pin It