Another day gone...

I now understand what "hold onto your heels" means. I giggled when I read this Facebook status not long ago....she was posting regarding her household's encounter with the flu. "If this flu hits your house, you better hold onto your heels", I think it was. I'd never heard the expression and if I haven't mentioned it before, well, I'm a visual person. So, while I hated that her babies were sick, I still found the image in my head amusing. Maybe I needed a little lesson in why this expression is not funny when used in conjunction with the flu virus. I got one. Poor Tracker was down four days! In all my motherhood experience, this was the WORST and most bizarre flu I've seen. I once was told that the virus will either (either!) attack the digestive or the respiratory system of its victim. Well, that was either a big fat lie or this flu bug broke protocol. Tracker was one miserable 7 year old. He didn't MOVE from the recliner for three days with the exception of bathroom visits, he lost ten pounds, went from burning up to freezing to death over and over, and to top it all off, he couldn't breathe. I felt so sorry for him. It's bad when it's you sick...it's worse when it's your kids. Thankfully, the rest of us have escaped its nasty grip so far. I'm the disinfecting queen of my house....Lysol is the king.

The time change has begun to kick my butt. Well, that and my two faced friend, Coffee. The thing about caffeine is...it's your best friend when your eyes just won't open but it will stab you in the back about the time you want them to close and then you're forced to make it your friend again the next morning. We'll see how I fare tonite. I'm blaming the coffee but it could have been the symphony of snoring that kept me awake until well past 1 am this morning (my body was feeling TWO a.m., btw). Between Tracker and Josh...no silence was to be had. It's amazing the things that roll thru your head in the middle of the nite. I kept thinking I should just get UP, do something productive. But then I'd talk myself into staying just right where I was. I attempted to initiate a conversation with Josh to no avail. He's told me all kinds of things when under the influence of sleep but not last nite. So I just laid right there and thought.

I went to 16 and back and back again. I guess Taylor being 15 1/2 and with some of the things we're dealing with right now, my memory is freshly plowed. And maybe the "blast from the past" slap in the face I recevied yesterday morning helped the thought processes along as well. And that one's a blog for a different day...perhaps even a nonexistent day. I'm just not sure yet...I'm still in the "I'm not ready to recall" stages. And now, well, it's five o'clock and I'm going home. Blogging always helps me to burn the hour that lasts an eternity!