Being a Good Mother.


If I see one more gooey pink eyed child I might implode and stab my self.  I do love the little humans that are housing that goop, but man after a few school nurse calls and a few days home I am ready for the heathen’s to get better! aka back in school!

I will not ever say we passed the worst of it, when the flu was in full force it was “My kids never get sick” and I was so smug… yep it bit me in the arse. Baby heathen was the 1st to come in with it.  His classmates 4 of 15 had it, dirty little kindergartners! So that landed him a few days at home with mom. Being a good brother he gave it to the Middle Heathen, he does not do sick as well as the others.. when he is sick he is SICK even with this gooey pink eye.

I can tell today he is on the upswing. Mother why does the Pope? Mother how is the White House still standing? Mother what is up with this music  Mother… Mother.. he only uses Mother when he is asking a question. I am glad it is nothing major that is wrong with my Heathens but really I do love their school time. It gives me a bit to recoup and get ready for the on slot of questions they seem to think of. 

The other think is I am missing my weekly grown up knitting in public at our local Starbucks! Knitting, Coffee and some of my best friends I have. How I miss the today! I really need that coffee and knitting time after being cooped up in this house since last Wednesday! Yes that right there with out the sick Heathens makes me a good mother.

Ranger Rabbit does not get this at all. I am the Mother I should be happy not to have a “job” out side of the house and get the freedom to stay at home and take care of the Heathens and I do I really love this set up, yet being stuck in this house with the fear that I will infect myself with Pink Eye makes me a tad like a long tail cat in a room full rockers. 

Maybe I can set middle heathen up with a movie or a game and I slink off to my room and knit or spin but I doubt it as he seem to always be close going Mother why, who ,how, what is, can I. 

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