The mercy of family

ok.. 3 times in one week!!!! Can you tell I am bored... sigh....

Why is it that when one is feeling under the weather (or in my case hobbling around and feeling sorry for myself)... one needs the comfort of their childhood?

I remember being young and having the measles I think (maybe the chicken pox) anyway my mom had made a rump roast with roasted potatoes for dinner (our usual Sunday night dinner). I was not allowed out of my room, can't remember why... I think it was something to do with the light or I might of been contagious... who knows... not like my siblings wouldn't have already been in contact with me.... or that they weren't the carrier of this dreaded illness that confined me to being alone in the dark.

Anyway, once the Wolf and I got home from the hospital.... I said, " I need my mommy dinner"... the Wolf being the intuitive creature that he is says... "uh huh, what kind of roast?"
My eyes widened in shock..."You should know by now"... instantly, out of the freezer appears a rump roast. Woo hoo.....I can smell it already....

I explain to the wolf that the roast is in.... and in about an hour to peel some potatoes and lay them gently around it.... I am going to lay down.....3 hours later, I awake to snoring.... and the smell of a roast that smells like it is dry...UGH!!!!!!!!!

I try to fly out of bed and hobble to the kitchen... sure enough... the roast was dry and no potatoes... well you can't have a roast without potatoes.... so .. there I am in my whimpering state peeling potatoes to the music of the Wolf's snores.... UGH!... visions of pillows over his face... socks down his throat... a clothes pin on his nose.....all the while peeling potatoes... I am surprised I didn't end up back in emerg with a lost finger. I am at the mercy of this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By this time Brat 1 and 2 enter, looking rather bewildered as to why I am steaming from the ears... forget the vegie steamer... just use the steam coming out of my ears for the vegies... I explain that I could use some help and get... "ya, ok"...and they go their room... huh? Guess they figured with me holding a knife, they were safer elsewhere.

An hour later, I am enjoying my feel better meal aloe to the Snores of the Wolf CD... uh huh... he is still snoring... UGH!

However, whether I was alone or with someone, my mom was there with me, with her rump roast and potatoes, givng me the comfort I needed and no one else could have provided.

Thanks mom.