I have jars all over my kitchen with gross stuff in them. Three jars of kefir right now are growing on top of my fridge. Two large jars of kombucha scobys are sleeping peacefully in my cabinets. I like the process of watching something sort of disgusting become something else sort of disgusting. If that something disgusting means that something good is happening, too, even better. If that something good is even possibly contributing to the health of my family in a positive way than I enjoy it even more.
Oddly, I can not muster up any excitement while watching the snot roll out of Lucy’s face. I can’t feel awe for the gloopy crust that accumulates in her eyes by morning. I know that it is her little body pushing out the funk. Intellectually, I know this. Maternally, I just want it to stop.
We aren’t sleeping. Instead we are sitting up in bed at night trying to keep the snot from sitting in her chest. We are running the humidifier and using saline spray. I am shooting breast milk up her nose and in her eyes. I am pushing rest and fluids.
And we are showering. Like as a hobby.
Lucy used to be really jazzed in the shower. She loved it. It’s losing the appeal now that we are in there all of the time. Now I have to spit water at her to get a smile.
In this morning’s shower I had to resort to wowing her with my lyrical stylings. To the tune of Suzanne Vega’s “Left of Center” I sang to her this little number –
If you want me, you can find me, With my baby in the shower!! No more crying, no more whining,We’ve been giving Snot too much POWER!
It’s a first draft. And I am running on empty. Stick around for more nudity and a snazzy rendition of Sammy Davis, Jr’s “I’ve Gotta Be Me!”
Whether it’s a cold, or even the flu! Makes no difference to me, the end result is the same, I gotta be clean, I’ve gotta be cleeeean!!!
Excitement on the side 