Oh Stomach Flu, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways . .
I love you to the depths of my tubs of Chlorox Wipes,
to the breadths of couches and chairs covered in sheets and little boy bed pillows.
Your little germies infiltrate the unsuspecting bellies of my buddies--
cutting short the school day and delivering us all home to rest. We
fidget in the strangeness of daytime television, not quite knowing what to do
with ourselves
who
find our legs in jammies, and heads on pillows when the sun is still high.
Boxes of kleenex, cups of ginger ale, and take-home work juxtaposed with
remote controls and baskets of clean unfolded laundry. All quotidian, yet
strangely out of place.
So, how do I love thee? Not so much. But I did:
Rub backs
Grade Papers
Get Kleenex
Answer Emails
Offer Ice
Update my blog
And wish that it was me instead of them.
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