Well, actually, maybe we are.
We have fought a hard battle but, from the looks of my couches right now, we may have lost.
Taken in defeat are two of my children - finally succombing to the enemy last night - and now propped with pillows, armed with Kleenex and engrossed in their chapter books. Or iCarly. I can't be certain when teachers might be reading.
Ragweed, you are a force to be reckoned with.
Last weekend, I faced death head-on in the form of a sinus headache. I wrote my obituary, picked out a proper burial ensemble, and chose some beautiful hymns I wanted sung at my funeral. Actually, I didn't, but I felt like I should have. And, like the generous mother that I am, I have passed down my allergies to two of my children.
Every year, the enemy comes and we go to battle once again. A teaspoon of local honey? Got it. Claritin? Yep. Neti Pot. Gross...but, yes...we have that too.
Actually, the whole Neti Pot phenomenon is crazy. It's totally disgusting and yet satisfying all at the same time. If you don't know what it is, let me explain. You basically take this cute little teapot, fill it with salt water, and then pour it up your nose. The water goes up one nostril and out the other and it's like sending your sinuses through the car wash.
If you're reading this on your lunch break, I apologize.
Anyway, we're prayerfully on the road to recovery. Although I have not left my first love - the Z-pack - I have found a new delight in Advil Cold and Sinus. The kind with the Psueoephedrine that the dealers use to make Meth. I could probably pick some up for a bargin at some trap in the 'hood but I'm pretty sure they're not adhering to FDA standards when their cooking it down in their garage kitchens. Just sayin'.
On another note, thank you for heading over and visiting Jedidiah's website and representing! Y'all are an awesome bunch!
Have a great afternoon!