“While death isn’t a sure thing anymore, taxes still are.”
Kevin J. Anderson, Death Warmed Over
(the Sheriff watching his Mickey Mouse show/ Julie Cook / 2020)
(The Mayor likes to look inteligent / Julie Cook / 2020)
The quote above should be a most telling warning to us all as we approach a new election…
as in socialists love taxes…but that’s another story for another day…
Then the two images above are perhaps a bit misleading…
Two little people being typical little people…
But looks are certainly deceiving.
They have both been sick this past week and now their “mom” is sick.
And ‘mom’ is not their birth mother who is known as ‘mama’.
Originally I was going to be known as Mopie.
That weirdly turned into Biyah (I liked that one because it actually had a meaning–
‘gift to God’)
Then suddenly Poppie (aka papa) became Da and in turn, I became Ma
But now, it’s ‘mom.’
Having trouble keeping up?
And since their mother is ‘mama’, I’ll happily take ‘mom’…
because at this point, I’ll take anything!
So ‘mom’ is now feeling like death warmed over.
Now whereas their mama lives somewhere between life and death on a daily basis
because that’s what working moms with two, who are both two and under, do—they exist
somewhere between exhaustion and the walking dead…but at least their mother
is young…this ‘mom’, not so much.
According to Bloomsbury International, the idiom ‘death warmed over’ comes to us via the Army:
The earliest record of the phrase is in a Soldier’s War Slang dictionary from 1939.
The phrase is suggesting that the person looks like a dead person who has been reheated
(like last night’s dinner in the microwave today).
This idiom is not usually used as an insult, but more for showing sympathy.
It’s not considered an insult but rather a lamentation for sympathy.
And I suppose I’m feeling some small need for sympathy…and like I say,
I am feeling like death warmed over…
This has been a very long week.
The week has been spent caring for two tiny puny kiddos.
A stomach bug times two.
Multiple diapers and wardrobe changes.
Add in the crud, an ear infection, a stye, a sinus infection…
and now I too am besieged.
Ode to the life of parents and caregivers.
Ash Wednesday has come and gone…seemingly without me.
Is it already Lent?
I haven’t even thought about my lenten fasts.
The month is nearly come and gone unbeknownst to me.
The ground hog…did he or didn’t he???
The socialist wannabes are still living a life of delusion.
Bernie Sanders is still offering everything to everyone, absolutely for free…
with you and me left holding the tab.
I’m currently living with a massive sinus infection because a sick 10-month-old
has coughed, sneezed and drooled all over me all week…
not to mention the stomach bug diapers from
both The Mayor and the Sheriff…
And so now I feel the need to slap a surgical mask over my face in order
to join the coronavirus bandwagon.
And yet in all of the madness, all I truly long for is a tub of Vicks Vapor-rub
to slather under my now raw nose…
Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
As for sympathy, my mother’s mother would give me a hug, say “aaah, poor dear,” and then give me a belly rub. So think of the hug, “Aaaah, poor dear.” And then get your husband to do the belly rub. I am sure there is at least one line there that I shouldn’t cross, maybe more.
But joking aside – although MawMaw doing that gave me great comfort, being the only one who would do that in the family – I hope and will pray for you to feel better. It seems you may have the same disease that my wife has at present – the “Been around the grandkids who love sharing germs” disease.
My grandma would press a swath of cotton under her nose, slide her glasses down to the tip of it and portray an old German doctor whenever I was sick. I loved my grandma so much, because she loved me so much too. You’re creating wonderful memories in spite of the crud. Love you, my friend. This too shall pass and brighter days are on the horizon. Tomorrow is another day. There’s your dose of sympathy.
That’s where you get it from— that delightful grandmother 🥰😍
She was a treasure ❤️
As you now carry on that same sense of joie de vivre 🥳
Sorry to hear you have the lurgy Julie. Hope you are feeling better soon.
Part and parcel of grandparenthood as you and Marilyn we’ll know!!!!
Indeed! In fact we were all together (18 of us) in one house from 13-20 Feb, but fortunately without any sharing of germs despite one daughter-in-law wiping a toddler’s nose on a dish cloth! Marilyn spotted this offence and quickly removed the contaminated cloth from circulation.
Smart woman!!!!we’ll put her on the current plague’s task force 😷
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So sorry to hear how you’re feeling after looking after your little ones! Be better soon!!
The price we grandmothers pay 🤗
That’s so true. And the Sheriff and Mayor are sooo cute!
I pray that you return to health soon and that the new month begins a string of happy and healthy months for the entire clan. J.
I think my daughter-n-law is to such extreme anxiety about trying to maintain some sort of consistent health in these two that I’m afraid she might consider selling her soul!!!
Not really, but she is on the edge over all this sickness and having already used up this years sick leave!
Precious babies to sleep like that. They got to get rest so they can help Mom stay up tomorrow. 😀
They are so cute! What a trooper you are, praying for you and your strength and health
I hope all of you are better real soon. 😘
At least it is Jamesitis and nothing pandemic related 🤣