Being the MOM

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Sometimes I like to remind myself of who I really am underneath my secret identity of the MOM. This week, being the MOM has deserved all capitals. That 24 hour virus that hit over the weekend has turned out to not be a 24 hour virus. Add to that, the fact that Littles tried to give himself a concussion (and failed) on Monday, flooded the bathroom with toilet water (allegedly an accident) on Tuesday, and relapsed with barfiness on Wednesday (wait, that's today!), and I am the MOM.

Also known as the BOSS.

And the AWESOME.

And this is just my day job, guys. When I take off my nerdy glasses and slick back my hair, that's when I really get to work.

At the very least, I am seeing that glass as half empty. The benefits of having a child with the stomach flu (or whatever it is that he has) are legion. I have now culled the herd of plastic grocery bags that were taking over my kitchen. The grout on the bathroom floor has been religiously sanitized. I have the theme song to Thomas memorized and in my head 24/7. I'm not gaining weight from resting my knee since all the food I cook still smells like barf to me. What else? Oh yeah, everyone's sheets are very, very clean since they have had to be washed multiple times. And the list goes on. It's a pot of gold, I tell you!

By the way, I have now reached the point where I can do eight full loads of laundry in a day and not lose my mind. Somebody get this girl an award!

Anyway, I do have serious stuff to write in here later, but I'm saving it for a day when I wouldn't rather be eating chocolate chips and watching JAG.

One final note, and he'll probably kill me for this, but I'd like to make a special shout out to my side kick and partner-in-crime, the Robin to my domestic Batman, the Ricky to my Lucy, the Barney Fife to my Andy Taylor (haha, just kidding on that last one): The Man sure had my back the last few days. And I appreciate him. The End.