Friday, January 18, 2013


We got our flu shots.  All of us.  Way back in October.  And yet ...

Yeah.  That happened.

On Saturday my youngest son got tired, then he got a high fever, then a cough.  Monday I took him to the doctor and they swabbed him.  Positive for Flu B.

They put him on Tamiflu.  They put me on Tamiflu, prophylactically.

That same day, my other son went to school.  He came home half an hour later.  He had a fever.

On Tuesday the doctor put him on Tamiflu, and put my husband on Tamiflu prophylactically.

That is the last time I am going type prophylactically in this post.  It is a bear to type.

My older son started to feel better.  My younger son did not.  I used this a million times a day.

It usually said 103.

Wednesday my husband started to feel bad.  Thursday I took the two boys back to the doctor, and this happened.

Now they are on antibiotics (ear infection), and a nebulizer, because their coughs are so bad and they are wheezing.

I wash my hands so much the skin is cracking.  I run around the house using these.

Then my husband got worse.  It's so bad he's eating soup in bed.  I keep thinking I'm getting sick, and that I have a fever, but then I realize its just another hot flash.

Menopause and flu can be so confusing.

I think maybe the boys are feeling a little bit better.  They were fighting and roughhousing yesterday.  Then again, they must still be pretty sick, because they admitted that video games give them a headache.

On the bright side, I read a wonderful book with my younger son.

"Nothing to Fear" by Jackie French Koller.  It is a very funny, moving and realistic historical novel about a family in the Depression in a tenement apartment in Manhattan.  Go get it from the library now before you're too sick to move.

I'd love to tell you more about my week, but its time to nebulize somebody.  I think we're having pancakes for dinner.  And I might need a whiskey.  Does that go with pancakes?

Saturday, January 12, 2013


I am a college-educated, well-read, up-to-date, hyphen-comfortable, with-it woman who started this blog to be funny and entertaining.  Now, today, I am going to tell you about an amazing household cleaning product.

Yeah.  It's happening.

I'll keep it brief, because, I don't want to talk about cleaning the bathroom any more than I actually want to clean the bathroom.  But I had a real soap scum problem.  And I found this scrubber that is a miracle worker.

I am not getting any money for saying this. Although, I am going to include an Affiliate Ad at the end of this blog just for fun. 

This is my bathroom tile. 

See how the tiles on the right are whiter and more soap scummy than the ones of the left?  No?  Well, trust me. 

The tiles on the right are the "before" tiles.  I tried scrubbing with regular cleaners, I tried vinegar, I tried lemon, I tried pretending I didn't care.  Nothing worked.

(Just to recap:  I went to college.)

Then I tried this Scotch Brite scrubber on a whim.  It looks like this.

You moisten it, scrub with the white part, then wipe with the blue part.  The white part is made up of magic stuff that dissolves your soap scum.  It is fast, easy and slightly aerobic, since you do have to scrub reasonably hard.  I counted it as my cardio workout for the day.

The white part gradually fades away as you use it, but I did most of my tiles with one sponge.  You get two in a pack.  I also tried it on my tub, which has had a dismaying, grayish bathtub ring that I have been trying for years to get rid of.

I'm probably sharing too much.

In any case, the grayish stuff, which must have been soap scum that became discolored, is gone and my tub looks brandnew!

(DePaul University, BFA, 1982.  I'm just sayin'.)

I am sharing this with you because I am guessing if you like my writing you also hate housework.  Give this thing a try.  You won't be sorry.

Please let me know if you have any miracle housework tips that will make my home look better and give me more time to read a book.  No fair suggesting a cleaning lady.  Thank you.