Q-U-A-R-A-N-T-I-N-E…quarantine

Imagine, if you will, how to quarantine a lip-kissing, eye-poking, constantly curious about Baby One and Baby Two, I must demonstrate my love by rubbing my slobbery fingers across their faces every 15 minutes of the live long day, toddler. Uhh, that’s right. You don’t/can’t.

We’ve been individually battling the flu/cold virus storm here at La Casa de los Mezclados. It started with Gav three weeks ago when he slayed a nasty multi-day fever but is still mucking through the trenches with the leftover cough and congestion.

E (who is prone to some hypochondriatic tendencies) has claimed to be sick the past two weeks. “I can’t hold the baby. Remember, I’m sick.” Here’s a mask, some gloves, and a hazmat suit…now get in there and hold that baby! He did take a sick day from work last week only to lay in bed all day here and yell for me to bring this or that and then throw a sh!t fit because he couldn’t get any peace and quiet. Sorry, not a winner this time. Thanks for playing.

And, now Gab has been brought to her knees with the snot and watery eyes and general blaahhhh. Thankfully, she only ran a fever one day. She has spent the last two days in her snotty, watery, blaahhh-ful existence hanging out most of the day in her stroller in the end room. (our house is basically a ‘T’…the end room is there at the a$$ end of the ‘T’…and it smells much like an a$$ due to sweaty boys playing Xbox and good ole Gab abandoning bits of chicken and other rot worthy food in secret hiding spots…yep, i shall now refer to that room as the a$$ of the house) So, yes, Gab has been spending her days in the a$$ of the house. Which is great by me for the twins have been privileged to nap in peace sans banging drums and prodding fingers and viruses.

However, as the sun goes down, Gab’s energy level goes up as do her desires to share every little bit of herself with each baby. And, I’m sweatin’ bullets here waiting on the flu/cold to hit the twins. I don’t want to give the gal a complex and, thus, try to stop myself from quickly snapping, “Ohmygod,Gab!Don’ttouchthebaby!” Okay. That lightening speed jibberish has slipped out a few times. I try to curb myself and instead pop off, “Not the face! Not the face!” So, there. I haven’t given my daughter a general ‘Don’t touch the babies’ complex. I have given my daughter a complex about faces…never.touch.the.face. Ever.

Me? Knock on wood, I seem to have avoided the bugs so far. It must be the prenatal/breastfeeding vitamins because we all know it’s not the abundance of sleep nor the fit hot smokin’ body. I’ve previously mentioned here that E’s nickname for me is The Mutant. (he can be so sweet, eh?) My only wish is that the twins escape this nasty bug. If I do get sick, it’s a sure bet the twins are next.

Eeks.

So, how is everyone out there? Out there where people drive cars and go to stores and talk to other adults and shower daily. If you’re talking to other adults in the shower daily, then go, you, go! Way to conserve water.

I try to make my way around the blogosphere daily with a twin in tow but find it hard to peck out a comment. Occasionally, I’ll get both hands free and fire off something…that is if I can form a complete, cohesive thought (which is hard to come by these days). Thanks for your comments here. The nurse? Man, she was a real beeyotch, eh? Grandy, I immediately thought of you when she barked about my BLACK hair. I knew you’d have the killer come-back. The tween in me could only mentally come up with, “Oh yeh, well, your face is so…so…UGLY.” I would then roll my eyes, turn, and march off in a huff, mumbling obscenities under my breath.

The sleep thing. Thanks for your well wishing sleep vibes! I think I’m getting a bit more sleep but at the cost of establishing some hellacious sleeping habits for the twins. I’ll get more into that matter later, but I will tell you the nightly ritual involves two bouncy seats on vibrate mode, the couch, the loveseat, many pillows and rolled up baby blankets, very rarely the vast vacant brand spankin’ new king size bed, and NEVER EVER EVER as long as the sun rises in the East and sets in the West NEVER the crib.

What else before I whip one or the other out? NaBloPoMo on a month-by-month basis…anybody doing that? I’m thinking of giving March a go. Why, yes, I have lost my mind completely! If you find it, please drop it in the mailbox.

Oh, and a big howdy hello to Gringo over there in the comments. I once grabbed her breasts in an elevator. I frequently made her spew Diet Coke from her nostrils. And, she liked my sweater. Oh, and we went to grad school together. She’s purty smart with all that brain stuff.

Until next time…