Around here Mother Nature has not completely realized fall has come. Temperatures have still been pretty warm, like she is clinging onto summer with all her might. My daughter’s nose, however, knows exactly what time of year it is. We were down in the historical triangle of Jamestown, Williamsburg and Yorktown when the first day of fall fell. In fact, I would like to thank someone in either our Jamestown or Yorktown group for passing along the crud to my family, right in time to celebrate the changing of the seasons.
Viruses tend to manifest themselves in Reagan and me as head colds. Our throat will feel itchy, extra drainage may grace us. Right now we’re just dealing with the itchy throat part. Poor Ashlyn though, she gets croup. And a runny nose. I’m praying that we vanquished the croup monster last night with a little steam time in the bathroom and the vaporizer.
The snot though, well, that’s here to stay for at least a week or six. Both my kids’ noses leak like a sieve and neither care to blow very much to alleviate the blockage and drainage. TMI yet? I don’t know about you, but I cannot stand the feeling of something running down my face, particularly in the under-nasal area. My kids don’t seem to mind though. It shocks me at the amount of snot that can be hanging around above their upper lip and they are going about their business like they don’t have issues. And they like tissue alright. During snot season our house looks like it’s been raining tissue snow balls. Yet, how do they still have snot running down their noses? Is that lip gloss? No, it’snot.
So for the foreseeable future I will be Mommy Snotty trying to stop the runny noses in their tracks and failing miserably. You’ll be able to recognize me. I’ll have the two snot-nosed kids wearing Amish caps (at least one will), tissues falling out of our pockets and my hands will be chafed from washing them so frequently. Funny? No, it’snot.