Sad State

My head is infected. This is the final production of hurricane Gustav in my life. The infection became so bad that by Friday pus had began to seep from my piercing whole. Good times. The Sig is also infected, but his is a viral infection. He just could not understand why I got worse instead of better after my initial trip to the doctor well that is what happens when you disobey the doctors orders. So in the future when they tell me to rest you can bet I will not be running from the moment my feet hit the concrete. Although all of this rest is already making me a little nutty.

I was doing our weekly grocery shopping earlier (a task normally done by the whole family). It was strange walking through the aisle all by my onesies, sick and desperate to get out as quickly as possible. I found myself forgetting and remember a million little things and running back and forth with each one. I was all over that store in the least efficient shopping trip imaginable! Normally our grocery store is very mellow, a complete opposite of Wal-Mart. The food is a little higher but the quality is better, the stores are cleaner and less crowded, and the people are friendlier. Well, normally that is. On this excursion of inefficiency I noticed brats littering the store, screaming and pulling things off of the shelves, beeping horns, and demanding items and candy from their all to wishy-washy parents. It was everything that I could do to stop myself from picking these children up and using them to club their moronic paternal unit upside the head. For the life of me I will never understand why such a lazy society is so intent on breeding. Am I the only one that has noticed the connection between the people with the three to eight screaming kids and the people that want a hand out when ever possible? Parenthood is not easy, trust me, my son carries around a stuffed penguin that he dresses up like a doll and has lengthy conversations with, but if you put the work in then it is worth it. I am not embarrassed by my child, in fact I am generally all over very proud, and that does not mean that his attitude or demeanor were just handed to us. Oh lucky us, we have the worlds most well behaved perfect child at all times and we have done nothing…yeah RIGHT! I could fill a book with the things that my kid has attempted or managed to pull, and he is not even six. The book would be titled Five Years from Freedom and the highlight would be when he threw up in The Sig’s mouth. Ah, now THAT is parenthood, nothing easy there. But like anything else the outcome is what makes it all worth it. On the week ends we do our weekly shopping as a family, and I have never been embarrassed by my child’s behavior. Normally we end up in rather interesting discussions about the working of things, bugs, or the creation of the universe and evolution. I end the trip not in a daze, stressed, or ashamed, but laughing or at the very least smiling. I do not normally wander aimlessly through the aisle wanting to cry in confusion or pain either, but I blame the infection for that today. I also blame it for making me forget my tortillas.

Damn infection, I wanted those tortillas.