The ever circling germs encompassed our house yet again in recent days. We have the care down to a science at this point. At least we do when it’s the little one that has the germs. What happens when mommy has them? Who takes care of mommy? The answer is of course mommy.
When I was little, my mom had the care down to a science as well. 7up, cartoons on the tv, cool cloths on the forehead, toast with just a hint of butter, and the coup de gras: homemade chicken soup. The feeling of being taken care of was unparalleled. That someone was taking on your burden for a little while so you could concentrate on getting better.
Mmm, Mmmm, good.
Germs, Germs, go away, come again another day.
These days I’m navigating these germy waters on my own. There is still 7up, tv, cool cloths, toast with a just a hint of butter, and chicken soup. So why do those pesky buggers hang on for dear life so long? Evolution of the germs? I think not. I’m starting to think that a big ol’ piece of the puzzle is missing. The single reason that the germs just keep circling around our roof like a venue of vultures waiting to feast.
There is no homemade chicken soup.