Looking for the Light
I went to the supermarket closest to my house this afternoon and piled my cart full of things that would have given any astute observer an idea of what is going on in my house: Cup-of-soup Bananas Canned fruit Pedialyte Cuties Jello cups Lysol- with bleach Popsicles Oatmeal packets Infants Acetaminophen Grape juice Sanitizing wipes Desperate times require desperate measures. And when three out of six family members are exhibiting symptoms of the flu, times are indeed desperate. I dread winter each and every year, and now that I am a mother, the dread has been exonerated times 4. Dark days, overcast skies and trees with nary a leaf are bad enough, but give me a household of people with coughs, diarrhea and the pukes, and my head really starts to hang low. This will pass, this will pass, this will pass... I hear the whisper, but mid-January is not a time for believing that spring will come again. Even my mother admitted recently that mothering sick c...