Cow Poop

She was woken 15 minutes before she actually had to crawl out of bed. Apparently, the little one had an "accident" and needed sheets and clothing tended to. Her body was still aching and her ears, eyes, and sinuses were on fire. With all the effort she had, and a helpful tug from the little one, she managed to fall out of bed. The little one tended to and the sheets....um, handled, she crawled back in to bed with the little one by her side. Thank goodness for those last 12 1/2 minutes. [The sound of bare feet approaching] "Honey? You told me to wake you at 15 after. Something about putting something in the oven?" Oh, yea. I'm making sausage quiche for the teachers at school today. It being their appreciation week and all. Once again, she forced herself to fall to the floor, her feet and legs barely catching her. Had her upper torso made it to the floor? She never would have left there. Into the kitchen she groggily, foggily, achingly wandered. Coffee...that will wake me and soothe the raspy rawness of my throat she thought to herself. [Flip, went the light switch...brightly on blinded, burning eyes.] Hit the fridge, pull out the half prepared delacacy for the teachers. [Crack, went four eggs along with the sound of milk.] From somewhere a fork appeared and it seemed the ingredients were being beaten together. MMMmmmm, I smell coffee. Two sinus cold pills and two cups later? She realized that two cups were not enough today. But, it was too late to make more. Kids fed, dressed, lunches packed and backpacks loaded, the hot quiche sitting and smelling wonderfully in its warmer.....she was off. Off to tend to the day. That day that wouldn't, couldn't stop. The coffee began kicking in and the allergy pills too. Things aren't so bad....I'm waking from myself and my aches are....well, manageable. After all, it's only a 99.6 fever and everyone knows that "doesn't count." At least not in Mommy World. Children at school, teachers fed, tank fueled, unexpected stop to pick up the Fav MIL, drop her off with the SIL, purchase MIL's Mother's day gift, handle work assignment for the day, make the item returns to appropriate stores, pick up daughter's birthday present....pick up the rest of MIL's present....finally back to home. When I get there I am surely going to fall to the couch. No matter what....mess, duties, it will all wait for I must rest. Right. This is Mommy World. She slithered out the door of the SUV (thank goodness it sits up high so she could just melt down the side step) and into the house bringing only the special purchase from the meat market (they have fabulous ribeyes, expensive, but fabulous) that was to be part of Fav MIL's gift. Throw it in the freezer....hit the couch with soft snuggly blanket. Now almost dozing...[GROWL!!!!!] Oh, hungry. Can't rest with a grumbling tummy. I'll eat and then? I'll lay down for awhile before I have to pick up the kids. But, the T-ball pants had to be washed and dried for the game tonight. And, the beds hadn't been made (remember the Little one's accident before dawn?) And, there were still all the items that needed to be unloaded from the SUV and put away and/or gift wrapped. Luckily, tomorrow is Friday. Mommy's one off day. Oh, wait...we are working the school bar-b-que...the all night cookin' kind. No day off this week. The world never stops in Mommy World. I feel like Cow Poop. But, the world doesn't stop for Cow Poop. It'll spin around it, over it, even through it. But? It won't stop. [Groan] Happy Cow Poop....

Cow Poop