Ugh. Well, I am back, in case anyone missed me. I had the H1N1 flu and the seasonal flu shots about two weeks ago.  I either was incubated with the H1N1 virus before the vaccine, or had a severe reaction it. The medical system can’t determine which, but the doctor said it didn’t really matter, I was sick either way.

After days of feeling like complete crap and a round of antibiotics, I finally feel well enough to concentrate on something for more than three minutes. And what fun we have had.

I was so irritable, I actually had a little fit of road rage the other day. We were driving home on Sunday afternoon and traffic was crazy because the big football game just ended. There were people and cars everywhere, cutting others off and just being ignorant. One woman was being particularly b*tchy and started yelling at us and dropping the “f-bomb”. I looked at her with a huge grin on my face and gave her a DOUBLE middle-finger salute.

This is uncharacteristic of me, not because I am a pleasant and meek person, but because I am afraid that someone like Jack Nicholson will jump out of a car with a golf club and use it. Oh well, aren’t you allowed to be irritable when you aren’t feeling well?

I have every right to be touchy. Kids take advantage of you when you are not feeling well. My darling second child volunteered to brush my hair. After a minute or two, I looked to see which brush she was using because it felt funny. Since when is, “Get that cat comb off my head!” a rational response? What normal human being thinks they will ever utter that sentence? Only a mother. A sick mother.

This same child is the one that chatters non-stop. Normally, this is tolerable, but the other day she was giving me a windy discourse of her thoughts. I actually said aloud, “Wow, even your inner dialogue is long-winded”. Good thing she had no idea what I was talking about.

Oh well, I’m starting to feel much better. Hopefully I can find more strength to get things done and be a better parent. My child in elementary school thinks that Dr. Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror Picture Show is handsome. What kind of mother lets a six-year-old watch that movie? It’s my own fault. It was Halloween and I was tired.