Forty-Five Minutes

That's how long it took for my son to decide if he wanted vanilla or chocolate pudding today. No joke. I'm pretty sure he was convinced that this would hands-down be the hardest decision he would have to make in his life. I actually heard him talking to himself about the differences between the two - hilarious.

To be honest, if I wasn't distracted by trying to get my flu-stricken daughter to eat more than one tiny noodle for lunch . . . I think Kadin's 45 minute production would have probably sent me into a yelling frenzy . . . instead I just tried to ignore him until he could make up his mind.

He did finally pick vanilla - then proceeded to only eat half of it because, as he explained it to me, he obviously made the wrong choice. I know some parents would probably just cave in and give him that chocolate pudding . . . not me. Maybe I'm just sadistic like that . . . . oh yeah, or maybe I'd like to try and teach him that he needs to stick with the choices he makes . . . even if it is only a matter of pudding.

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Much to my pleasure the flu bug has hit our house full force. It's times like these that I'm just so thankful that winter is long and freezing and full of colds, coughs and germs galore! Did I say thankful??? Yeah - scratch that! I knew there was no way we were getting through a Wisconsin winter with only a couple of runny noses and annoying coughs. That would just be way too lucky . . . neither kid has really had more than a small cold . . . we were due.

Everywhere I turn there are mounds of dirty sheets and clothes with puke on them . . . underwear in the trash from those uncontrollable accidents - and it wasn't from one of the kids if you know what I mean! I feel like I need to buy a gallon of bleach and sterilize my entire house . . . the only problem is I feel crappy and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep - in between the mounds of dirty germ-ridden sheets of course.

The only good thing to come out of this is that I've only spent one full day at work this week and I've basically only eaten a small bowl of chicken soup in the last day and a half. Who needs the gym to lose weight when you can have a stomach virus!! I guess the flu can be good for something right?