Dr.MOM IS IN THE HOUSE, READY TO OPERATE !

This is ground control to the rest of the world.I have come in peace and here is my message :
Could everyone please leave their germs to themselves please ?!

Three weeks now since certain germs, viruses were admitted into my household, my sanctuary, my haven of peace and disruptred not just our family daily routine but our moral, our appetites, our well-being and testing my patience.
The little I have anyway.
We`ve had the stomach flu ( you know the one where you sleep with a bucket next to your bed) invading our home and it took its time attacking us one-by- one ! Two weeks, not that I`m counting......
Rosie was the last victim last Monday throwing up 11 times.
11 times, it ain`t an error.
I bought a RED bucket to make sure they wouldn`t miss it in the little hours of the night.
And when my kids throw up like there`s no tomorrow, who has the privilege of sleeping with them picking up the you know what and comforting the kids ?
Dr. Mom.
Where`s dad ?
Snoring in the other bedroom .
Who gets it next ?
You guessed it, the one and only.
I was praying I`d skip my turn , thinking there must be pardon for the moms who clean up the whole mess.
Don`t get me wrong, Pierre DOES help out.
It`s teamwork here.
Well it doesn`t work that way, life is not fair.
Then the common cold arrived, sneakily, cunningly, creeping up on us slowly, wickedly.
As usual, Félix-Antoine brings it home.
Germs stick to this kid like bees on honey.
Pierre gets it second ( confirmation that women are tougher than men ).
Usually Rose is next, then mom.
I have disinfected my house so well the hospital called to ask if they could operate on my kitchen table.
I declined.
But, nature is well done.
When you have kids, life prepares you for these situations GRADUALLY.
When my kids were newborns they would spit up after drinking milk.
then they`d poop in their diaper like there was an extra kitchen faucet in the diaper ( moms reading: you know what I`m talking about ).
Then when they started eating solid food, the spit up turned to vomit.
Solid food didn`t always agree with my kids.

So last Friday, after work, when the common cold crept up on me, I was a bit ticked off.
I `ve had it with germs.
Vitamins, disinfection, washing our hands till they crack open are now part of our routine. Anything to get my haven of peace back.
Hopefully soon, the sniffles, the red bucket, the coughing, the Pepto Bismol and Gravol are going to be just a bad memory.
I need the sleep.
I need the peace of mind.
I need a break.
On that ladies and germs ( just kidding ),
I wish you well, good health and take care of that immune system .
Did someone say brocoli ?
I`m off preparing a hot bowl of chicken soup, for the body but especially for the soul.
NO REST FOR THE WICKED.
Annie

P.M.S Does NOT Mean Pass Me the Salt !

One fine morning this week while my kids in Sec.2 were preparing their oral, I had two young men talking and asking me questions while they were working.
We were talking about the subject of our project ( legends and other scary stuff ) when P.M.S came about.
" Annie, do you get S.P.M ? "
To that I honestly answered " Well I don`t get S.P.M but I do get P.M.S though "
They candidly asked me if I would get cranky during P.M.S and I told them like any normal woman, I would get very cranky sometimes. It wasn`t always pretty.

It`s amazing what kind of questions I get sometimes.
I think it`s hilarious , very interesting and cute.
My kids ask me all kinds of stuff : the worst thing I did when I was in high school, the stupidest thing I `ve done ( Do you have an hour ? ), best memories, if I wanted kids all my life, why did I become a teacher etc.
I love answering those questions because the questions reflect the student or the person.
And I figure it takes some guts to ask certain questions ( like the P.M.S ones )to your teacher , you might as well answer them honestly.
And I always wonder : if he`s asking about P.M.S, is it because mom at home is P.M.Sing and it`s not pretty, is his new girlfriend in that period at the moment and wants to know will it ever stop one day.
I kind of rained on his parade with my answer huh ?

I often tell my kids in class " boys, write this down: Never ask a woman 3 things :
#1- Her age
#2- Her weight
#3- " Could you be P.M.Sing ? "
Unless you want a bloody nose.
And as my two boys were complaining about girls and their P.M.S, I answered : " At least WE have a good exxcuse for being cranky, us girls are still waiting for yours...."and I grinned from ear to ear.
They smiled back ( not too convincingly )and that was the end of that conversation.
The subject was quickly changed.

So for you boys.
Here`s more on P.M.S.

13 Things PMS Stands For:

1. Pass My Shotgun
2. Psychotic Mood Shift3. Perpetual Munching Spree
4. Puffy Mid-Section
5. People Make me Sick
6. Provide Me with Sweets
8. Pimples May Surface
9. Pass My Sweatpants
10. Pissy Mood Syndrome
11. Plainly; Men Suck
12. Pack My Stuff
and my favorite one.
13. Potential Murder Suspect

And remember: Money talks but Chocolate SINGS !!!
No rest for the wicked
Annie
( and yes I am ....)