Yes, folks. That's what I have, besides this miserable cold that Scott so kindly decided to share with now 4 of the 6 humans living in this house. Amanda is the only one saved from it. I guess if I had to choose one of us not to get sick, it would be her. Drama-mania combined with teen hormones is bad enough, but add a cold on top of that and it would be way more than I could handle right now.
When you run out of tissues and are curled up under a throw blanket on the couch, watching toys quickly cover every square inch of the floor, you'd think that one of the little persons here would be able to go to the bathroom and get some tissue so that I don't keep sneezing into my shirt (yes, gross...I know!). But, ahhh, yes. They can't. Why? Because I have gated them all in to my sleeping space. I do this for safety measures to be assured that I won't wake up to a house explosion or some other catastrophical disaster.
Hence, I finally drift off into a foggy sleep while I hear in the background AJ's loud and boisterious chanting begin. "Juice! Juice! Mama, Juice!" I reposition myself and cover my head hoping that the word "Mama" is not directed at me.
Then, the choir chimes in. "Mama! Mama! Mama, Juice! Juice! Juice!" The final, "Juuuuuiiiiiiiiiicccccccccceeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" could only be compared to sharp fingernails scraping across a chalkboard. I find strength from places I didn't know existed and open my eyes to peek thru the weaving of the throw blanket. There they are. The 3 of them. Just inches from my face in perfect harmony, screeching, "Juice!!!!!!!!!!, Juice, pleeeeaaaseeee!!!!!" I finally get up and make my way through the valley of toys. Stepping on dolls, cars and legos on my way to the kitchen, followed by the Fantastic Four (dog included). Everyone shoving and pushing their way to the front in order to be the first to be handed their sippy cup. Gosh, you'd think they'd learn by now that the one at the back of the line is the one I hand it to first, usually it's Anna Grace. Although, I must admit she has learned some pretty impressive elbow moves to get in there.
They each are handed their juice. The dog gets a Milk-Bone and I again, navigate my way through the sea of toys back to the couch. I find that sweet spot which is no longer warm, curl up, cover myself in order for them not to be able to even see me and try to drift off again. I have tried hiding in different places throughout the house in order to accomplish this, but all they need to do is follow the sound of the hacking cough. I digress.
I finally give up and resign myself to the fact that it ain't gonna happen! I grab the remote, turn on the Tivo and start watching Dora and Santa's present, for the 25th time that day. Only to find myself just minutes later, being the only one watching Dora because the 3 of them (and the dog) have all fallen asleep, filled juice cup in hands.