P.U.

It's moments like these that make me want to put on a HazMat suit. Alex came down with a nasty stomach bug early Sunday morning. This is her second day home from kindergarten which means I've been working like a maniac to remain well washing my hands every few seconds and doing my overall best to stay clear of germs. You know that I'm normally very attentive to my sweet little patients here at the infirmary, but this time, I just can't take any chances getting sick.

In just a few days I plan to spend a weekend away at a beautiful home on a nearby island with ladies from book club. This will be my very first recreational trip away from my family. I've been away before on business, but that doesn't count because business trips are no fun.

This  morning Alex appears to be much healthier and is even eating a hard boiled egg while watching cartoons. I asked her very nicely to make sure to keep the hard boiled egg in her mouth and in the bowl because if it gets messy, our entire TV room will smell like P.U. {pinch my nose}. Alex gobbled down the egg, and guess what? She had hard boiled egg bits all over the place and now our TV room is for sure going to have a P.U. smell.

I already know how the rest of my day will play out. Jon will come home from work, notice the foul odor wafting up from downstairs, and then he'll say, "What's that awful smell?" And I'll say, "It's the P.U. smell from the hard boiled egg I let Alex eat in the TV room." Jon will then look at me like, "Why in the heck (only he'll probably not say, heck) did you let her eat P.U. eggs downstairs?!?" I'll probably get a little tongue-tied and won't have a response; only technically, just between me and you, I do have a response but I don't want to say it out loud so here it is in a whisper. I let her watch cartoons in the TV room while eating a P.U. hard boiled egg because I wanted her as far away from me as possible so I wouldn't catch her stomach virus germs. And that's the whole truth -- nothing but.

I so desperately want to travel to this island and discuss books, play board games, eat lasagna and drink wine. Did I mention that I want to drink wine? In  my mind, my bags are packed and I'm on that ferry heading to luxuriate in the peacefulness that awaits me. Alex really needs to get back to school tomorrow, and that's. alls. I'm. say'n. Plus, who wants to stick around here with that nasty P.U. smell anyways. HA!