Momma Hen

Germs, Germs, Go Away!

February 9th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Germy. 1 Comment.

Dear Unwelcome Stomach Virus,

Your presence is not welcome in the Hen house. I am evicting you! I don’t care if you brought your bags and your belongings and the state of Kentucky thereby labels you as a resident. I don’t care that I’m supposed to give you 30 days notice to get out. Consider this eviction immediate! I did not agree to your arrival. You are uninvited. You are wrecking havoc on my 10 year old’s body and I will not stand for it.

Signed,

A displeased Momma Hen

It’s a snow day for X-man, but he’s not playing out in the snow. He’s not thinking about snow cream, snow men, or snow ball fights. He’s laying in bed feeling miserable and visiting the bathroom all to frequently. It’s pitiful when one of the kids gets sick, but especially when X-man gets sick because it is a rare occasion that he lets anything knock him down. Strep had nothing on him, colds don’t even phase him, and most bacterial infections don’t stand a chance against his immune system. But apparently stomach viruses can infiltrate and beat the crap out of his defenses. Meanwhile, I have little comfort to offer him. I finally found the proper cords to connect the DVD player to his television, so he’s getting to lay in bed and watch movies. There’s a big window in the kid’s room that lets tons of light in and they normally appreciate that, but X-man’s not so fond of the light right now. I found a black fleece blanket and used binder clips to attach it to the curtain rods so he could have a nice dark room. The cooler that we’ve been procrastinating on putting back out in the shed since July of last year has become a bedside table for a cup of gatorade. And DH has gone to the store, despite 6 inches of snow on crappy roads, for a few things he wanted to get, plus a few “easy on the stomach” items for when X-man gets an appetite later. (On cue, he just came and asked for whatever would be easiest on his stomach.) And Lil’C's bath toys have been displaced so that the bucket they are normally stored in can be used for “emergency situations” (and later bleached until all germs are DEAD). Fortunately Lil’ C is at his dad’s today, so he isn’t here to be around the icky germs and X-man gets to rest more peacefully.

Needless to say, this wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned for X-man’s snow day. He was gone to his dad’s during the last snow storm we had come through, so I was planning on goofing off with him outside this time. Maybe he’ll feel better this evening and get to go out and enjoy the accumulation. Western Kentucky hasn’t seen this kind of snow accumulation in several years, and may not for another several years after this winter (at least, that seems to be the pattern). X is a snow baby, born during a Michigan blizzard in ’99… it’s in his blood to like this stuff. haha. (Or, that’s my story anyway.)