Me in Place

So, I was hit with another migraine yesterday (or as I call it, “God’s Magic Diet Pill for Kelli”). Just some muscle weirdness going on in my neck that eventually turns into a migraine. Seeing as how when I have migraines I can’t move without puking, I had to lie as still as possible. Which is hard to do with three little kids running amok in the house. It gets a little Lord of the Flies around here. So I started playing my version of “Deal or No Deal” in my head. Here’s how it goes:

“Your children have dumped the entire box of cereal on the floor, and while trying to pick it up and put it back in the box, the 3yo is dancing with joy in the cereal. If I give you $10,000 will you get up from bed to go stop the joy?”

Me: No Deal. I would pass on the $10,000. Let them have some fun. When’s the last time you got to jump in cereal?

“Your 3yo needs to be changed. For two bouts of puking, will you get up and change him?”

Me: No Deal! My two daughters got their brother on the floor and changed him. He refused to put clothes back on, though and that led to the next Deal:

“Your undressed 3yo just came in saying, ‘Mommy, the dump truck man (garbage man) waved at me! I yelled ‘hi! hi!’ and he waved at me!’ For a bout of puking and throbbing in your head, will you get up and dress him?”

Me: No Deal! It’s hot out, a boy can run around in a diaper, can’t he? Okay, so I’m a little embarrassed he was yelling out the window at the garbage man, but I’m sure he’s seen other little boys yelling from the second story window, hasn’t he? Please tell me he has.
“Your husband just got back home. He takes a look at you and says you should go to the clinic for a shot.”

Me: No deal. I totally thought about this one and no amount of money could make me get out of bed, and into a car, and into a public clinic and puke in their toilets (been there, done that). I couldn’t think of any amount of money that would make me do it!

So, it was a long day, and today I’m catching up on the cleaning and washing the dishes and fixing up the house from the Lord of the Flies day. They had their fun, now it’s time to get to work. I rather think they like a sick mommy every once in a while, but I can tell they missed me – even if I didn’t allow sliding across the floor in the applesauce after lunch.

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