Because I’m doing an event for a client tonight, I have OF COURSE come down with a case of the creeping crud. Naturally. Because I am me. And I can’t even blame it on the kids, because neither of them are sick. Although they’re very sympathetic, each in their own way.
Monkey: Oh, Mama, are you not feeling well? Here, I’ll hug you and make you ALL BETTER!
Chickadee: Um, Mom? Gross, I think your nose just dripped on your shirt.
Feel the love, people. But then please, for your own safety, use some disinfectant afterward.
Anyway, I am dragging myself around the house this morning, aided by the miracle of Sudafed, which has stopped my nose from dripping on my shirt, at least, but has turned my brain to squishy goo. I am just thinking verrrrrry sloooooowwwwwwwly.
Nonetheless, I bravely had to get up early this morning because a TEAM OF MAIDS came to my house to clean it. This was, of course, courtesy of the client hosting tonight’s event, but I did enjoy feeling rich and spoiled for a couple of hours. Except for the part where none of them had any sense of humor whatsoever.
Like, I walked into the kitchen to get some tea and one of the ladies was wiping down my kitchen cabinets. And I said, “Wow, you’re supposed to clean those? I had no idea!” And she just… looked at me. So I took my tea and went back to my office.
[Slight digression, but not really: The other day I made a comment to a friend about how I am “socially awkward” and she thought I was making a joke. And I said, “No, really, how have you not noticed this??” and realized that this is pretty much how I make friends—the ones who don’t notice what a colossal dork I am stick around. It’s a beautiful thing. Until some woman who’s wiping down my cabinets thinks I’m retarded.]
Anyway, I need to stop talking, so I’m going to send you elsewhere, today.
In case you haven’t noticed that I’m now writing the Daily Deal feature over at Work It, Mom!, now would be a great time to bookmark it. Because we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift certificate every day this week! Today you can go enter right here.
I’m also giving away diapers over on Want Not. Because I’m a giver. Of diapers. Apparently.
This is related to nothing at all, but I keep meaning to mention it. While we were running errands this weekend, I came across a 2-pack of pajamas in Monkey’s size on clearance. And jammies are one of those things that it seems like my kids always need, because they’re difficult to find second-hand and I am reluctant to spend real money on them. As a result, I buy sparingly, and they’re often in need. So here was this deal, and the pajamas themselves made me smile, as here in a big-boy size we had one spiffy set of Superman disguise and one dashing set of Batman disguise. Sure, Monkey had pajamas like these when he was a toddler—complete with CAPES!—but to find them in his size now? I brought them home, not knowing if he would love them or hate them. And all I have to say is that there is no better treatment for the common cold than having your wiry, algebra-spouting, long-wavy-surfer-haired son run into the room in his Superman pajamas and flex his biceps while proclaiming, “I am feeling quite SUPER!”
Now there’s a novel cure for the common cold – joy sparked by a child! Now why didn’t I think of that! Can you somehow sell that concept – oh, you just did.
Thanks so much for your work, Mir. And stop looking at me like that housecleaner looked at you.
Seems to me that they should make superman pajamas in adult size because I could totally use feeling quite SUPER today. Also I need a cape.
HA! I remember underoos and my brother and cousins racing around the house yelling, “Pow!” and “Kablam!” and “I totally got you with my web, you have to be trapped!!!”
Can you send Monkey over to my workplace today? Because I am feeling quite Blah, and I just KNOW he would make me smile!
I agree with Megan! If I could dress up as a snuggly, fleecy, pregnant Batman I would be ALL OVER it.
I think I’m like you when it comes to the whole “socially awkward” thing — I’m alright if I’m online, where you can change the subject at the drop of a hat or walk AFK for a few minutes and no one really blinks — but put me in front of someone, trying to communicate face-to-face, and I feel totally out of my element.
I am a dork and I’m just betting we’d have lots of fun together :)
I hope you’re feeling super soon. And thanks for sharing the Amazon love!
I’m sorry you are under the weather – hope you feel better soon.
at a distance. Laura is JUST NOW feeling better and I managed to avoid the crud. I don’t need even the POSSIBILITY of long-distance, internet crud.
Awww I hope you feel better soon!!! I hate people who don’t take joke or have no clue what joke really is. I’m a comic at heart and I often times just get stared as well. Good luck with tonight’s event!!!
I need a nap as well. Good to know I won’t be the only one with the creeping crud at your shindig tonight.
I could use some Superman pjs today, myself. I also have the creeping crud and have to fly on an airplane tonight. My flight-mates are going to be very pleased with me indeed.
Oh, I feel your pain (the social awkwardness piece; I am fortunately not physically sick. Emphasis on the physically). Nothing kills my day more than when I”m trying to be funny and put someone at ease, and they look at me like I have three heads. I want to shout, “C’mon people, work with me here!” Oy.
You’re supposed to clean the cabinets? I suppose that means you have to clean the walls, too, hmmm.
With ya on the socially awkward. I make friends with those who are like me, or who like me regardless. Sudafed hops me right up, though! Especially if I take two with a cup of coffee…
Ah Mir, I am sorry you are fuzzy headed, but thank you for the socially awkward comment. I was just wondering at myself today about the same thing. In the space of 15 minutes of walking my son to school this morning I had 3 socially awkward moments, during one of which I think I made a teen girl think I am some sort of pedophile. Really I am just getting nearsighted and she looked like a little girl I know really well, so I looked her straight in the eyes – or what I could see of her eyes – and said good morning. It was only when I got really close to her that I realized, no, in fact I don’t know her at all. oops.
I love Monkey, maybe because he reminds me so much of my own little man.
Feel better soon!
That little boy of yours never fails to bring a smile to my face! Thanks for the story and I hope you are feeling better soon.
Actually Mir, the flame-retardant chemical treatment of PJs will wash out after too many cleanings. Therefore if you want your PJs flame-retardant, you should buy them new. If you don’t want your pajamas chemically-enhanced then hit the thrift stores.
Every single day of my life I cling to a tiny shred of hope that someday, yes SOMEDAY, my daughter will no longer like Dora froo-froo pajamas. You have smashed that hope with a little glimpse of “Big Kids Like Fun Pajamas, Too!”
Thanks for that.
Oh, those serious people. I don’t know what to do with them either.
I think perhaps they hit a few branches falling out of the dumb tree. It takes smarts to be funny.
Superman PJs. Cool. Just cool, man!
Love the superman pajamas, Monkey is too cute!
Feel better! :)
I don’t think any of my pj’s are flame retardant…
You can send those maids to my dorm whenever you get done with them!
I like dorks! What’s wrong with dorks? Wait, maybe I am a dork. Oh well.
Can you find me some Wonder Woman PJs in a Size 12 please? Since you are some sort of PJ locating guru.
Kim,
They’re Superman & Batman PJ’s …they don’t need to be flame retardant, they’re “SUPER”. I love Monkey. I just do, it can’t be helped.
I would like to feel “super” as well, have you seen any of these in adult sizes? They can be mens, they’re supposed to be comfy, right?
Hope you feel better soon. I hate the creeping crud.
Ah, I’ve gotten WAY too many looks like that for one lifetime. :-D
Heh. That’s how I pick my friends too. Hell, if you can’t be a dorky goofball in front of your friends, when CAN you be?
Feel better, you.
Exactly, Aimee. You’ve gotta be yourself sometime.
Exactly, Aimee. You’ve gotta be yourself sometime.