Mother Nature

I am convinced that Mother Nature may not have ever been a mother at all. The title suggests that she is loving, understanding and all-knowing. OK, I may be letting this mother status go to my head, but keep reading.

If she really was a mother, wouldn't she give the rest of us in her club a little break once in a while? Like, say, tribal immunity from sickness? At the very least she could let our illnesses line up with Daddy's time off or even his weekend. Or not coincide with baby's illnesses. Come on, give me a little credit for my role in that whole miracle-of-life bit.

I have stopped denying that I am indeed sick. I thought that wishing it away may work. The pounding in my head, ringing in my ears and scratching in my throat were all very real signs telling me I was officially under the weather this morning. But enough about me, my baby is sick, too. His little pug nose is so stuffy with yucky junk that he's had trouble sleeping and eating. And this morning his little eyes were watery and filled with goop. He's being a trooper, though, and keeping his spirits up despite his first cold.

In one last ditch effort to give Mother Nature a chance to prove herself, I'll have a little faith that this will be short-lived, and we'll be feeling better by the weekend.

If that doesn't work, I expect to see Spring here sooner to make up for this!