In a nutshell my children are germ carriers! I can kiss my hubby while he's sick, get sneezed on by strangers, and all is well. I spend a minute too long with one of my children and BAM...I catch major cootie germs. My children can take hold of an ordinary cold, twist & turn it somehow, so that when it passes on it becomes something virulent. Okay, so where am I going with this? It all started last Monday when...
Isaiah woke me up, from a deep sleep way before it was time to get up for school to inform me that he was ill. Out of the corner of my right eye I peeked at the alarm clock which read 5:45am. For the record...YES, I am that Mom that if the situation is not life threatening or world ending it gets put on hold until 6:45am (Mon-Fri) when I'm coherent. So, I know without a doubt I mumbled something like "go back to bed." As it turned out, he really was sick, and was allowed to stay home that day. Upon entering my son's room to give him meds is when I noticed items scattered in places where they didn't belong. "Boy, as soon as you feel better this room will be cleaned" "Yes, Mom."
Tuesday Isaiah feels slightly better, but goes to school anyway. Cool, because I needed catch up on some housework. Went into his bathroom to look for the Glass Plus & "LAWD HAVE MERCY ON THIS CHILE' TODAY!" The wastepaper basket contents resembled the Tower of Pisa, the sink vanity resembled a man's cosmetic counter only the bottles and cans were all EMPTY. The shower looked like there had been a splash party going on involving soap only. ...But wait! The toilet bowl was clean!
So, after I text him that he better bring his so-and-so straight home to clean his room my OCD kicked into full gear. One room being untidy causes uneasiness. Two rooms turns me in to Felix Unger from the "Odd Couple." By the time Isaiah got home I knew exactly what was going into file "G", and what still had a life expectancy of a few more months. Needless, to say I stayed in his room a minute too long with cootie germs lingering and got sick. Sicker worse and longer than he was. I do feel much better today after being sick almost a week.
The awful truth is, my son is a packrat. There is obviously an undiscovered gene between my hubby and I for "packratedness", and Isaiah has it. My son's genetic predisposition for packratedness becomes more obvious as he gets older. For example, if I give him a set of Chapstick from Costco, he opens each one and leaves all of the wrappers on top of the dresser. A few days will go by and I'll say "What with those wrappers? Are you saving them? "Throw them out." "I will", he says. A week goes by and the wrappers are still there. I imagine they are part of some imaginative creative project that is percolating along in my brilliant son's fascinating subconscious. Then I reject that theory, and clench my teeth this time around telling him to chuck them as I swear under my breath. Until next time...peace & blessings♥