We are now going on two weeks of me and Ella being sick. Sick with what, I’m not sure. Our doctor said it looked viral so we were sent home with no medication. I had a sore throat and Ella had a runny nose. Ella’s poor little nose hasn’t stopped running since then and she screams every time she sees a tissue. My throat thing has turned into sore ears, stuffed up nose and most recently, a stomach thing. Basically, we both feel like crap.
I’ve noticed a difference between the two of us though. Ella WANTS to be in a good mood. She still laughs and plays and sticks her tongue out at her reflection, it’s just all mixed in with horrible screaming and fits of frustration. I, on the other hand, just feel miserable and I’m perfectly happy to be miserable. This is not some new revelation, Tom has been telling me that I’m this way for years. It’s just that watching Ella desperately try to have a good day really makes me wonder why I’m such an ornery butt.
So I’ve been trying to change. When we watch TV I let myself laugh at the jokes instead of staring at the screen with a constant scowl. Instead of just crawling under the covers any chance I get, I’m trying to still play with Ella, keeping her happy with silly songs and games. Mostly though I’m trying to be nice to Tom. It shouldn’t be a hard thing to do; he is incredibly helpful when I’m feeling under the weather and is always willing to take care of me and pick up my slack around the house. Unfortunately, if I’m in the aforementioned ornery butt mood, he is the one who has to deal with me (usually done by ignoring and much rolling of the eyes).
Now that Tom is gone for a week, I’m missing him extra amounts because Ella and I are both still sick and now it’s just me and her. At lunch today she kept making the signs for food but when I’d try to give it to her she would scream a horrible scream and thrash her entire body in a fit of anger. Five minutes later, she was walking around the coffee table, jabbering away with a big grin (and snot bubbles) on her face. Now that I think about it…maybe she isn’t trying to be in a good mood. Maybe she’s just messing with me. She is, after all, a very sneaky baby.