Last night, Umberto sat straight up and was gasping for air. Since the swine flu fear has everyone is a panic, of course, adrenaline pulsed from my toes to my scalp - until I heard the cough. Croup. Croup. Croup - and a burning hot fever. I suppose this is the first time that I have been thankful that Ummy has the croup. He has had it every single fall season. For those non-parents, the tell-tale sign of croup is the cough that sounds like a barking seal. For Ummy, the cough and fever are always accompanied by a heavy dose of misery. Which means that we are all pretty much miserable. I'll take my whine with some WINE. Red, please.
Sunday nights usually mean a rush to put away all of the clean clothes. I hate putting away clothes. I think I would much rather lay on a steaming hot sidewalk in the summer sunshine sucking on a gas pipe. I know why movies that are set in the future feature people wearing white spandex jump suits. They have wised up and decided that white spandex is bleachable (or contains self cleaning nano particles) and five of them are easy to wash and hang in the closet. It also makes it easy to get dressed in the morning.
Today I bought a multi-pack of Ivory soap. Francisco had been insisting on Ivory soap for over a month. It wasn't that he wanted super clean baby smelling skin, he took a bar and put it on a paper plate and microwaved it for one minute. The result was a giant puff of fluff that looked like a meringue on a home made pie. Purpose? I don't know. It was fun to watch, though.
TTFN - the 9pm whining has begun.
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