The Sound of Mucus
Scent of Eucalyptus = Yummy
Scent of Eucalyptus + Poopy Diaper = Nasty Stench
Erik is sick with his first chest cold. I'm not feeling so hot, either, and have been up since 1 a.m. with my usual anxious, angry insomnia. We both smell like Vicks VapoRub. I did manage to indulge in two independent films while the guys were asleep during the dead of night, and that was almost fun. Erik and I eventually went out to drop off work and go to the store, and I bought some Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia frozen yogurt, which is something I used to do years ago when I was in a foul humor. I wandered down the cleaning aisle and hoped to find a scented candle that struck my fancy but was too picky/olfactorily challenged to select one. I ended up with a very bizarre collection of items in our cart and couldn't remember exactly why we were there. Erik said hello to another family while we were out. They seemed to know him, but I had no earthly idea who they were. Being accustomed to his celebrity status, I let him do the talking. Later on he asked the very quiet, cranky man checking our groceries to give him a high five, which he did, much to Erik's delight and my surprise.
We did get to enjoy a family Superbowl gathering last weekend. The neighbors also joined us for some cocktails, burgers, chicken wings, and friendly gambling. Erik stood motionless in front of the television screen while Jennifer Hudson sang the National Anthem. Every once in a while a song will really seem to touch his soul. I find him in front of the stereo from time to time in a trance. Each muscle in his body seems to freeze. It is extremely unusual for Erik to be still while he is not unconscious or being held down. When the song was finished, he turned around smiling and said, "Again!"
I might need to purchase the Dreamgirls soundtrack.
Life drags on. I don't have a lot to report. My friend with ALS has been receiving IV antibiotics at the hospital for yet another lung infection, and he has horrible allergic reactions to the drugs. Erik has learned to say, "Watch this, Mama!" My feral cat and I spent Erik's nap time cuddled on the love seat this afternoon, but sleep never came for me. I'm off to drug my body into resting, and I hope tomorrow is better. I'm guessing Erik will take advantage of a rare sick day and stay home from school and therapy. We'll do this all over again. We are grouchy but really enjoy each other's company, in sickness and in health.