“The flu?” I ask the doctor
Since Mose is prone to playing in the ashes of my fireplace, I ask about that flu.
“No, your little chimney sweep has the flu”
One Mommy Flu Over the CooKoos Nest.
Turns out the flu is what Lola had to start with and hers turned into pneumonia. How utterly hopeless and helpless we are as parents. The constant rhetoric of, do this, don't do that, we dare not enter the danger zone of the play park in the mall, is everybody well at this party or that play-date?
The hand sanitizer, gosh, we use could fill up a bathtub on the amount of that stuff we subject our children to, not to mention our own wrinkled hands.
No control, is the only way to describe having kids. All the organic dairy products and organic locally grown fruits and veggies in the world could not save my little ones from the flu and pneumonia. Sad. Good thing our life is covered by the grace and mercy of Christ, other wise I might go crazy.
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