gone to potter

And I thought Sunday and yesterday I felt somewhat sick... today it lays on my chest and face like a really fat cat.  I'm sneezing, my eyes are watering, my nose runs and after 643 wipes is raw... and my mothering, well, its gone to potter.  Harry Potter.

The night was okay - but you know that weird raw feeling that keeps you up all night and in some twisted way doesn't let you escape the dream you're in?  It always seems that when my sinuses are raw - not unlike drinking cold water after eating an Altoid - and my throat is scratchy, my dreamworld captures me and I can't escape it... I wake up, annoyed and sneezing to only fall asleep and find myself back at the beginning.  Usually I'm able to wake up... grab a glass of milk and pull the covers to my chin and with a sigh of comfort fall asleep and find myself in some other wonderland...

TANGENT

Speaking of being sick - yesterday we got out of the house.  Whilst driving I heard my daughter explaining to William the war that is going on in her head.  Between the bad germs and the good germs.

The Bad Germs want to kill the Good Germs and when I eat lots of sugar they start winning.  I can feel them pressing on the inside of my ears cause I can't hear anything...

I begin to imagine what I can't quickly see for myself in the rear view mirror.  Katie's eyebrows are raised and her hands are talking as she's telling William about the battle.  William is looking at her with intent wondering if there happens to be little people living inside her ears or if what she's saying is just a creative illustration of how sickness works...

DONE WITH TANGENT

I woke this morning to almost no voice and my eyes burning... I was looking into the face of my 2 year old, 'Mahhhhhh-m, me seep yoooouuuuu...' I rolled over and asked Kyle if I could go sleep in the grandma room... my raspy voice indicated that things weren't looking good for today.  He lovingly said, 'of course...' as he began his slow wake up process and I drifted back into dreamland a few doors down.

At 8:10am I woke to my handsome husband gently rubbing my forehead - or something... can't quite remember.  And I was so appreciative of the extra sleep (despite the recurring dream) and quickly rolled out of bed... as I came downstairs Kyle informed me he had done some puzzles with the kids since he thought they'd be watching TV for the rest of the day... GOD BLESS HIS SOUL.  I smiled back a look of 'affirmative' and he walked out the door for work.

About Noon or so today, Kyle brought home Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's something (Rebecca would know, I just thought to myself) and we put it on... the kids LOVE it with all its witchcraft and wizardry -- I forgot how irreverent it is and yet how deliciously entertaining!  

Although my day has gone to potter and I've done nothing with myself aside from brushing my teeth (completely self-serving, mind you), I've yet to yell at my children or forget to feed them.  Yes they are still wearing their pajamas, have not brushed teeth, have watched close to 5 hours of television and have eaten four Betty Crocker Fruit Snack bags ($.99 when you buy 4 at Safeway), I'm feeling rather with it.

So next time you find yourself on the couch wiping your nose and watching cartoons until there are no longer cartoons 'coming up next', you can think to yourself 'Krista's done worse...' 

Okay, that's not what God appreciates, I'm sure - that I be your justification for negligent behavior.  I guess I'm trying to encourage you by saying that I'll have to ask for a large measure of grace and mercy than ever before after today - due to my current scenario I'll be looking into the faces of what are right now happy-sugar-infused-children-watching-television-and-playing-xbox-at-will IN THEIR PAJAMAS... and tomorrow, the tide will change and I'll be waging war that I brought on myself.

But I'll think about that tomorrow... as for now I'm going to call my kids back downstairs from their not so quiet quiet time and turn Harry Potter back on.  Oh they'll be so excited to see the next part!  I CAN'T WAIT!!  Better get another fruit snack box from the garage.

gone to Potter.