This has been my 2009 so far.

One broken wrist. Daughter, right hand, right-handed. Six weeks of bathing her and her long, dead animalish hair, doing her homework.

One viral infection in same daughter originally diagnosed as a sinus infection leading to antibiotics and diarrhea, dark circles under her eyes, high fever. Out of school for 3 days. Sick for over a week. Enough makeup homework to last an eternity. Did I have this much homework in the 4th grade?

Now, another viral infection. This time in son but I now know what it is, so no antibiotics. But out for 4 days of school and counting. The kid has already worn out one thermometer because he takes his temperature so frequently. And then remembers the temperatures with the accuracy of the statistics from a baseball game analyst.

One husband with groin pain for 3 months, steroids, CT scan and waiting for results. (Results just in. Not cancer, perhaps muscular?) At least his man parts still work.

Me with a stress headache so bad my neck muscles are in a straitjacket. But at least I’ve lost a few pounds! I know enough at this point in my life to count my blessings, find the silver lining etc. I’ve read the poem “If” by Rudyard Kipling.

(Excerpted here:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”)

And I know that this too shall pass. But sometimes, I just want to scream at everyone and have a few dirty martinis with blue cheese stuffed olives. And a whole bag of Kettle Spicy Thai chips.