The prompt for this week is….
I dive deep down under the down comforter and curl up into a fetal position. Now I know why they call it a comforter. I just want to stay here forever, under this blanket of warmth and forget that there are dishes to be washed, laundry to be folded, and little ones to be mothered. My body has finally succumbed to the germs that seem to cycle incessantly throughout our house, brought home no doubt by CC from preschool. There are a pile of wadded up tissues on the nightstand next to me, but no matter how much I blow my nose, nothing seems to clear up the gunk that I feel in every crevice of my head. Every now and then, I’m hit by a fit of dry heaving coughing and the only thing that seems to help is to dive down deeper into that comforter…
I hear CC outside screaming and whining that he wants to crack the egg and put the chocolate chip on the pancakes. Turner’s probably in the high chair, flinging yogurt with a spoon. I just want to ignore it all and let my husband deal with them, even though that’s exactly what he’s been doing for the last hour in an effort to give me some extra time to sleep. So I reluctantly emerge out of my warm cocoon and slowly swing one leg then another over the side of the bed. On with the glasses, the slippers and the bathrobe. Sigh. The day has begun. I go out there and take over the pancakes and make myself some tea. I get some tissues to wipe little noses. It’s time for mommy to be the comforter now.