May 27, 2013 by Katia
Lately 4 Year Old has been relying on two new categories to classify everything in his life: his toys, his parents, his residence, his schedule, his hats. Everything is either Regular (Ré-gew-lahr) or Special, which usually means new. Unless he’s referring to the Special mustachioed character from Jake and the Neverland Pirates and its counterpart, the Regular one. Or a weekend not spent camping or bear hunting. Guess in which category that division system puts us, his parents.
My week, on the other hand, was very special. First I was recovering from my dental surgery with the aid of painkillers that were probably featured at least once on Breaking Bad and then things got even more special when we all took turns going through a 24 hour stomach virus. As I am writing this 37 Year Old, the latest casualty, is still fighting it. Things are very The Walking Dead around here. OK, maybe not quite THAT special.
Here’s a little snippet of our reality:
So the stomach flu is like a mom’s every day reality on speed. Got it.
— Katia DBE (@KatiaDBE) May 26, 2013
4 Year Old also adds the word Super to the words Tears and Walking, to make what he’s doing sound more Special. Dealing with the Super Pooing and Puking that’s been happening here, actually makes me feel very Regular. But 4 Year Old reassures me “Mommy, you’re not regular, because you have a red booboo on your face. You have red dots, they look like chicken dots”.
Thank you, son, I feel special again.
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