Yes, we gathered together for yet another family event. This time it was my beloved niece's birthday. Whenever the clan gathers, and we gather a lot, there is at least 22 or more people in the house ages four months to eighty years old. These events despite their joyful, fun filled, somewhat harmonious family state of affairs have a more ominous side to them. I'm beginning to dread them just a little.
They have become a germ convention. All the kissing and hugging, the clasping of hands, the carrying of sick babies and snotty children. Carriers of disease coming from all quarters, college students whose campuses are under siege, old folks just out of the hospital THAT day, parents who left a child behind at home because "he threw up just before we left," children that stayed home all week because of fever, not to mention the overtaxed bathroom that over twenty people have use. Aaaugh!
Checking vitals everyday now. Was that a little soreness in my throat just now? Was that a regular sneeze (my, is this place dusty) or was that a sickness sneeze? Are my glands *engorged?
My Beloved is a tea connoisseur, working at the Crazy Wisdom Book Store in Ann Arbor, for the last two years. He brought home a tea called Beloved's Don't Get Sick Tea, one he blended himself. Sweet kid, always thinking about his mommy. (Oh yea, and his daddy too.)
What? Fever for the last two days? Aaaugh! He's got the sickness too!
This past Sunday my mother and I got an unexpected treat at church when we found her goddaughter there. Maria is a nurse. There is a point in the mass when we offer each other a sign of peace, which means shaking hands with everyone around you. It's the only time that people will actually look you in the eye and smile, otherwise its stone face. Well as soon as it was over, Maria grabbed her purse in a fury and took out hand sanitizer. She grabbed her sister's hand and put a dollop, then she grabbed my mother's then mine. It was so overt that everyone we shook hands with turned to look giving us the ole fish eye. Usually I try to do things like that on the sly.
Well at first I thought she was overreacting until I look to my right and saw a man helping his eldest daughter. Her head was in her lap and he was stroking her hair. I wondered if she was sick. No. He was removing the lice from the back of her head. Aaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh!
Now go visit Keely at UnMom for more Random posts. At least they won't be a sick as mine although I could be wrong about that.
* that's for jim styro