Party time

I woke up with a mother of all colds.

No biggie right? Except tonight is the one time a year I get to dress up and go out to party all night. Office Christmas party. Even better, it is my husband’s work one! So I get to have all the fun without worrying about what my colleagues think. As you can see, I am bummed for a reason.

There is even worse news. Yes, worse then poor Kate Middleton hospital prank. Which was terrible to say the least. Unlike Duchess of Cambridge I have nothing to wear for tonight’s party. Well I have a closet full of party clothes dating back to my single years, but they are either out of style or do not fit me anymore. OK, none of them fit me anymore…

Adding to all this drama, party has moved to a new location this year. A posh casino an hour away from home. I have never been to a casino, but I am imagining James Bond sipping martinis and pretty girls kissing his dice for luck. Rich people having their Bentleys parked and arriving in their yachts. Don’t laugh, this casino is located by the sea. I googled it!
So I gather yoga pants are just not going to cut it. Even if I dress them up with badazzled top and sexy heels? Never mind…

After I took some cough medicine I had a brilliant idea. How about instead of going to a casino we all meet online? I propose because they have a pretty website and give us money when we join. We can all stay in our pajamas, skip the small talk and win some money. There is even a VIP lounge and I bet we can pretend we all sailed in on our yachts if we want to.

I know what you are thinking. But, a decade ago everyone would have thought facebook was silly. And now we have more friends online then we do in real life. So why not organize parties at online gaming sites? See, I am a pioneer. Now if only the old fuddy duddies at my husband’s office would agree…

No common cold

I sat down many hours ago, after I tucked Little J in for the night to write about something fun. For the past couple of days my son showed signs of a cold. He has had many since he started preschool, part of growing up they say. By nature I am not a worrier and after all a cold is a cold. Old folks say it comes and goes.

Not long after I kissed him good night he started coughing. Horribly and uncontrollably, followed by crying and calling me. This was the first time ever that my kiss could not make the pain go away. I tried everything that worked in the past to provide comfort but I admitted defeat. I came downstairs and raided the cupboards. Recently I read in another mommy blog that the one medicine you need you are sure to be short on. Yep, I drove out to the supermarket looking for something, anything to make my boy better. Just like shopping for food hungry I returned with a bag full of syrups. I chose a pain relief and a natural cough medicine and stashed the rest close by. He gulped it down and I stayed with him with a promise that it will all be better soon. Listening to him struggling to breath while I sang “you are my sunshine” for countless time was awful.

He has been quiet for last few hours. After the shock came realization. We are so lucky this is a first time ever I felt helpless, first time ever Little J was unwell enough for me to contemplate a trip to the hospital. But no matter how small the ailment, when your child is unwell the world falls apart.

Back in the day I was fearless. Not in a careless kind of way, I simply never knew anything that would scare me senseless. Now I am a mother and the thought of Little J ever suffering gives me unbearable pain. We all have many loves, my son is the one I will die for.

Now if you excuse me I will retire. For the first time I will be THE PILLOWJACKER in Little J’s bed. Just in case…


Cold season

I have a cold. But it is not common like the other ones I had this season. My Grandma always says a cold will last a week if you do something about it or seven days if you don’t. Just based of that I have caught a mutation. There are other reasons that lead me to believe I have something special: the lack of symptoms for one, the jumbled up sequence of events and the overall surprise factor everyday. But there is one thing that is consistent. Every evening it worsens. So I decided to call it the fancy doll cold, after those toy dolls that close their eyes when you lay them down. Because as I lay down my nostrils shut down and I can’t breath through them. Then to add insult to injury an awful tickle appears in my throat and makes the last usable airway unhappy. As they say we learn from experience so after a few miserable nights I have now learned to avoid going to bed.

In all of this I created my blog. So in conclusion colds are a great way to jump start my blogging!! But please while you read this feel a tiny bit sorry for me…