Hello from the other side!
So yeah, that was fun.
By getting this flu and in turn, giving it to my son, I was just being a good mother. You see, Ben told me last week that he wanted a day alone with just me. Well kid, how about THREE!? Just you and me, Buddy. Nope, no one else can even come into this apartment!
Oh and how about during those three days we lay comatose on the couch. Even better let’s watch D3: The Mighty Ducks more times than Emilio Estevez. Because really, nothing says “mother and son bonding” like both of us sleeping for 12 hours a night, going through three boxes of Kleenex, and nagging each other to “drink more water!”
I thought I was going to go stir crazy being cooped up inside for days on end but really, I was too sick to care. My parents brought over supplies but because I didn’t want them to even THINK of getting this, when they came over I opened the door just a crack with a scarf over my face. A dramatic Michael Jackson impression? Perhaps but guess who ISN’T sick!
Yesterday when Ben and I were feeling good enough to come up with hair-brained ideas (and neither of us had fevers for 24 hours so we were officially non contagious) we decided to get out of the house and go to the mall. Nothing perks those spirits like some retail therapy!
However the minute that we got out of the car, I felt like I was part of “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids?” This place was HUGE! The most movement I had done for the past five days was from the couch, to the kitchen, break at the couch again, to the bathroom, back to bed. Just getting through the first store was like walking to Chicago; uphill. Don’t even get me started on going from Boston Store to JcPenney’s. It was so bad we had to take a break and sit down on one of those benches. I finally understand who those things are for. Victims of The Swine. After ‘Penney’s the boy and I both looked at each other and said, “Let’s go home.”
Even though I’m still as strong as a wet noodle and can’t laugh without hacking up a lung, the worst is over. I even made it into work. For a day. Because tomorrow we head out to DC to celebrate Halloween with the First Family. This whole time we were so worried Ben and I wouldn’t make the trip but HA! Take that H1N1! Punk!
However I did tell my parents we should add in some time because if Ben and I thought the mall was big, the airport is going to seem like walking across Africa.
