It finally snowed on Sunday and white new fluffy flakes covered the town. Residents that have not bagged their leaves are relieved that they can now wait till spring. The roads are slippery, and the local news media can't stress it enough. They retell the story of the women who slid off the bridge into the river on her way to town. So now drivers are driving slower and drivers who already drive slow are now, driving even slower.
On Sunday we came to the conclusion our 3 year old had the flu. Rattling our brains, we came up with a short list of child visitors who may have left us a virus. Of course notty children were at the top of the list. Realizing later, tomato soup was a bad choice for dinner, the flu bug had been caught by our 8 year old. Shortly flowing our 1 year old who's second birthday was on Monday and celebrated only with saltine crackers and orange gatorade. Towels and wash buckets were being switched, and the washer was running nonstop. The familiar smells of flu season were quickly swapped with a linen scent, Lysol. With the never ending battle to fight off the germs by washing our hands and not kissing the children, my husband Glen and I , pale white went on pretending we were fine.
Glen went to the pharmacy Monday night in spite of the roads being so slippery and reminding me the woman who slid into the river did in fact survive. He came back with 2 different flavors of children's Pepto watermelon and cherry. Possibly hungry from not the traditional birthday cake, we found the now 2 year old eating the watermelon pepto at 4:30 am on Tuesday morning.
Calling the 1-800 number on the box, a womans voice said "hola"! Passing the phone to Glen, I glanced out the kitchen window. The moon was shinning in snow and I could hear the sounds of the baby asking for more, and Glen asking in a irritable tone "English por favor"? Thinking of the eight year old bottle of Ipecac Syrup on top of the refrigerator that I received for a first baby shower gift. I was Dreading having to use something that clearly read expires Jan. 2002. Glen put down the phone, "Well, good news. The doctor said he's ok and might just get a little backed up ." So putting the Ipecac Syrup back in it's spot, I tucked the baby back into bed. Singing him a quiet "happy birthday to you" then kissed him goodnight.
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So far we have not had the flu so bad. a couple of 24 hour cases, thats all. one nice thing about living here in the South is that we can open the windows in the winter and get out side. Our 3 year old had the 24 hour thing a while back. I was able to put her out on a blanket in the sunshine while the rest of us played
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