An Open Letter to Viruses

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Dear Viruses:

You know me.  I'm Jack's mom.  And while I like to be inclusive and polite and well-mannered about things, it's time for me to put my foot down.  Go away.  Leave us alone.

Don't act innocent.  You know what I mean.  You lurk around Jack and his buddies at daycare, on shopping carts, on toys, you name it.  And then, just when I have a major project at work, or am feeling not so hot, or you decide it's a totally bad time, you go for it.  And you infect us.  Last week, you chose to prey on a cute little boy who had just had his adenoids out.  That is just rude, guys.  Poor form, even for you.

I know your ways.  High fever that makes my boy wicked cranky, followed by red-rimmed eyes that only lots of napping and lots of Gabba can fix.  Several days of malaise, while my vacation days dwindle like sands through the hourglass.  Don't get me wrong; I love spending time, all time, with Jack.  But, I prefer lazy days at the beach.  Just sayin'.

All working moms know you.  And hate you.  Stop taking the shine out of our kiddos' eyes.  Go rid the world of cockroaches or something productive.  Mmmkay?  Thanks.

I really mean this.  Aka, sincerely,

Jack's Mom

2 comments:

  1. Ugh. Viruses do, indeed, have the worst timing. I'm bummed to hear that you had a total rough week. Poor, sweet Jack. I hope next week is better!!

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  2. Viruses suck... I hope y'all can make it through the spring and have a super healthy summer!

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Saturday, March 31, 2012

An Open Letter to Viruses

Dear Viruses:

You know me.  I'm Jack's mom.  And while I like to be inclusive and polite and well-mannered about things, it's time for me to put my foot down.  Go away.  Leave us alone.

Don't act innocent.  You know what I mean.  You lurk around Jack and his buddies at daycare, on shopping carts, on toys, you name it.  And then, just when I have a major project at work, or am feeling not so hot, or you decide it's a totally bad time, you go for it.  And you infect us.  Last week, you chose to prey on a cute little boy who had just had his adenoids out.  That is just rude, guys.  Poor form, even for you.

I know your ways.  High fever that makes my boy wicked cranky, followed by red-rimmed eyes that only lots of napping and lots of Gabba can fix.  Several days of malaise, while my vacation days dwindle like sands through the hourglass.  Don't get me wrong; I love spending time, all time, with Jack.  But, I prefer lazy days at the beach.  Just sayin'.

All working moms know you.  And hate you.  Stop taking the shine out of our kiddos' eyes.  Go rid the world of cockroaches or something productive.  Mmmkay?  Thanks.

I really mean this.  Aka, sincerely,

Jack's Mom
 
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