A Window into Life in the Suburbs


"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Two Sick Kids

Remember Wilfred Owen's Dulce et decorum est ? Everybody (in the English speaking world at least) had to had to run their eyes past it in high school at some point. Marvellous poetry... wonderful use of stark imagery:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, 



I have two girls semi-ill, knees upright but coughing like hags. Dreadful phelgmy throat hacking. Painful to hear especially in the dead of night. Cantankerous 4 year old's getting better but 9 year old is just starting on her viral journey... which is yet to run its course. Hmph....

You'd think that they'd stay in their room all day and lie in bed some of the time so that the lady-in-charge can have a breather. But no, they're not that considerate. Life goes on as usual. No apparent loss of appetite, the demand for food is clockwork. They create the same kind of mind numbing mess as they would on a good day, while rudely expunging diseased spittle on one's germ free face when least expected. Spectacles can only do so much.
The lady-in-charge is not impressed. She's not wearing a dust mask.

"I'm bored..." says the 9 year old.
"You can do some maths."
"Whaaaa..."
"You're not on holidays... and you're well enough to be bored." The lady-in-charge is snappish.
The 9 year old wails, whines and throws her arms in the air for dramatic effect.
"But I don't want to."
"It's not a request."
More obligatory wailing and then she settles into doing the designated pages.

The lady-in-charge ducks into the kitchen to make a start with the chicken soup.
4 year old follows and begs for food.
The lady-in-charge shoos her out.
4 year old skulks back in and wants to know what's cooking. She hears the magic word "pasta" and leaps for joy. (What can I say, she's a cheap date.)
The lady-in-charge shoos her out again.
4 year old comes back in and opens the pantry doors, surveying its contents with the keen eye of the foodologist.
The lady-in-charge is really not impressed. Temperatures rise and it's not from the pot of water.
More shooing and then the lady-in-charge remembers the gate.
Yeah... there's a gate to keep nosy, avaricious preschoolers out.

The lady-in-charge remembers to use it. Finally.

But somehow the 4 year old manages to get in again. Gah.

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