I’ve gone and done it, I’ve caught the Man Cold. Do you know the one I mean? For the last three days I have been craving the warmth of my bed, just wishing I could spend the hours smothered beneath the layers of my duvet hiding from the world. The Man Cold is the unique kind of cold that gives you permission to whine, blow your nose, demand tea and ginger ale from your loved one’s, and maybe just maybe call your Mommy. The thing is, it’s just a freakin cold. I can’t be taken down be an exaggerated sniffle, a stuffy head and sore throat! I am a Mother. A warrior. A queen of all things multi-tasking. It’s time to suck it up buttercup.
So this morning, I declare war on the Man Cold. I will fake it until I feel it. Fake feeling better until I actually do? Can this be done?
I will give thanks to the creators of Visine, who will help me look like I slept longer then four hours last night.
I will pop Advil, DayQuil and NyQuil over and over until something kicks in!
I will plaster on an extra layer of make-up and pretend I don’t look as bad as I feel.
I will greet my girls with enthusiasm, stop and listen to them intently , even though all I can really hear is some strange kind of buzzing sound . Huh? Maybe I should get that checked out?
I will car pool with gusto, even allowing the radio to “be cranked all the way up”.
I will fight the germs with Vitamin’s, orange juice and chicken soup.
I will spray my house with every cleaning product known to mankind.
I will sneak a nap when nobody is looking, this is how it is done in the suburbs.
I will cook food I can’t taste. Smile when I don’t feel like smiling, and power through this day. I will remember we only get so much time with our babies and I will not let a stupid Man Cold rob me of an entire week!
Plain and simple, today, I will suck it up buttercup. Sniffle and sigh, wish me luck.