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Snot or Treats

Trick or treating went well. We actually came home happy and loaded down with candy pretty early. However, bobbing for apples at the Halloween park day left all three of my children with head colds.

Parenting Lesson #389345890: The tub of water that the apples are in becomes a pool of germ infested snot and spit the very second someone dunks their head in for a chance at grabbing an apple.

Had I been thinking a little more about the sanitary aspect and a little less about how happy the kids were to be participating in the group I wouldn't have permitted them to do that. I have to stop thinking about it or I won't be able to get over the gag reflex the mental image conjures.

So I brought them straight home and tried to sanitize them but I just wasn't fast enough. Not even the chemical ladden Ivory soap or Crest was going to disinfect that mess. Now I am investing in bottles of night time formula cough syrup and antihistamine because I lost faith in the power of Echinacia tea and homeopathic cough syrup back in late February/early March, when I had the mother of all colds, right before my ileostomy closure surgery. Yeah, the one where I thought all my guts were just going to pop right out through the already horrific opening in my belly every time I coughed. Yeah, I know...You're welcome.

I love my herbal world but when it comes to being sick, or the kids being sick, I crumble. I break out the chemicals. Actually, we have been nonherbal about a lot of stuff in the last three months. I hate that but it is mostly because of the tight finances. Fourteen dollars for an eight ounce bottle of organic Chamomile shampoo has temporarily moved from the necessity column to the luxury column of my budget. When times are tough it is just cheaper to sell out. I am not proud of it. It is a necessary evil at the moment. Plus, Nyquil might be the work of the devil but it is great when you don't want to be up all night cleaning up kid puke, because every momma knows that once they start that uncontrollable coughing fit it is pretty much a given that you are going to be washing sheets and shampooing carpet at 3 a.m. As wrong as it is on so many levels, I just prefer to sedate them. Thankfully, we haven't gotten to that point with this round of ickiness yet. The week is young though. If I were a betting woman, and I am not because I am too broke, I would bet that I will be cleaning up puke about Wednesday night.

So this weekend we had company. Terry's cousin finally made good on his promise to visit. We were broke, of course, so we made the most of staying in and watching movies and grilling out. I felt really bad about the kids getting sick and had I known it was going to turn into full blown head cold mode for all three of them within 24 hours of initial exposure to aforementioned germ pool I would have warned him that it might not be such a great time to come. However, he was already well on his way by the time we figured out that they were all going to get quite miserable. Sorry Jeremiah. I am not intentionally evil. No really, I'm not as bad as you think.

Saturday night I drank more than my fair share of rum and coke and ended up a little more tipsy than I have been in quite a long time. I was trying to wash the image of the naked actor in the first scene of 28 Days Later out of my mind. I didn't continue to watch the rest of the movie. I just drank. We had just watched The Hulk (which sucked ass, in my opinion) and Malibu's Most Wanted. That was pretty funny so the whole scary movie thing after that was killing my buzz.

So after enduring the spins and Hope repeatedly having nightmares all night in my bed, yesterday was spent on the couch in comfy clothes. I got a little Depp eye candy watching The Ninth Gate. Warped as it was he is still pretty. Then the orange glow of the sunset tried to lure us off the couch and we resisted and just spent that whole fifteen minutes watching it fade into evening. No point in getting in the car, we had no where to be and no money to go there with. Home is fine by me. Today has pretty much been going the same way.

The kids are too icky to really try to make them concentrate on more than just keeping their noses clean. Everyone is moody. Everyone is lazy. Last week was so crazy that I really just wanted to stay in pajamas today. We are watching all of the educational/entertaining stuff I mentioned last week. So all is not lost. We just aren't getting a whole lot else done.

I did make some pretty tasty roasted garlic hummus from scratch. I am the only one in the house that likes it but that is fine with me. Now that I know I can make it myself I can stop freaking out over the $2.49 they want for a four ounce bowl at the grocery. Freaks.

Okay well, that is all I have to say about that. In the (in)famous words of one silly Buttonmonkey, "Shizznit. Don't be hatin'!"

Posted by gwendolyn on November 03, 2003 at 04:15 PM