I mean that in the literal sense.
There is an interesting phenomenon that occurs with me. It is this: whenever I experience a cleaning frenzy, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will be sick within the next two days.
And I am sick. I had the frenzy, brought on by the ants, which incidentally, are all but gone. (And now would be the perfect time to proclaim a certain someone’s brilliance. Soliloquy, you are b*r*i*l*l*i*a*n*t. Soliloquy, of course, being the one that forced me to write that. ((Woopsies, did I say that out loud?)) Of course what I meant to say was, Soliloquy being the one that suggested the Terro. Which is da bomb.
(why do I feel like an idiot saying “da bomb”?)
Stick with me here.
I haven’t yet been able to tell whether the cleaning frenzy brings on the cold, or whether my subconscious knows the cold is coming and forces me to whirl around my house like a tornado until I fall over in exhaustion and my body succombs to whatever dirty little virus the children bring home. Either way, I am doomed.
So I began the succombing part on Friday. Saturday was worse. And on Saturday, there was a pool party for the boy’s baseball team. I told The Man to go, and leave me with the other three. I could manage. I’m not sure what I was thinking. And then he left.
Now, you must realize I am only slightly dramatic, and I never exaggerate. Ever. In the midst of my virus-induced angst, I said something like “I don’t know how he expects me to survive while he’s gone.” And I wasn’t really kidding, either. Which now, seems rather funny. I sat there, on the edge of the tub, sobbing because there was no food for supper, and whatever would we do? And I was serious. Which also seems rather funny now. (And also, I’m wondering how I came to be sitting on the edge of the tub…)
After the pity party, I sulked downstairs to figure out what we were going to eat.
And that is when an eight year old little girl and a five year old little boy met me with smiles and told me they would take care of me. That they would cook supper. And that I should read my book.
They donned their aprons, and I pretended to read. But mostly, I watched in awe, as my little girl and my little boy did something kind for their mom. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, taking care of me.
We had hot tea, for our throats. And it was peppermint.
And we had oatmeal. Apples and cinnamon.
It was the best supper I’ve had in a long, long time. Oatmeal and peppermint tea.
How beautiful a day can be when kindness touches it!