Cliff sends me a text this afternoon. It says this, “Free flu vaccine today at the high school. Can you take the girls.” I did my normal, which is think for about a second and I answered quickly with my first reaction. “I’m gonna see if there is another free one coming up. I don’t want to deal with a crying kid today.”
Cliff gets his flu shot every year, as do the girls. I skipped my shot last year and I came down with the bona-fide flu. The girls still talk about how sick I was, “Remember mommy, how you couldn’t get out of bed for two days? Remember throwing up?” Oh yes, I do remember and with these girls around, I will never forget every sweaty detail.
I know that the shot is no guarantee that I will remain unscathed by the flu and copious amounts of hand washing does a lot of the heavy lifting of the staying healthy process throughout the snotty winter. I have no moral objections to the flu shots, so I line up every year to get them for the girls. I just didn’t want to get the shots today.
It’s raw and rainy outside and the girls had no after school activities. I had sweet and simple plans to make chocolate chip cookies, do homework, give them a bath and go shopping downstairs. (When we are doing the seasonal clothing switch to see what they have grown out of I try to make this tedious process fun, by calling it - going shopping downstairs.) It takes a chunk of time and stamina because the girls have to try on bins of clothes that we have stored in the basement. For some reason, Sophie and Katie have embraced this ‘going shopping downstairs’ song and dance, by pretending to go in a dressing room and shaking their butts around to prove that something fits or not. At some point there are piles of clothes on the floor that Katie dives into, rolling around pretending to be a cat and Sophie gets all mushy and nostalgic seeing clothes that no longer fit her long, muscular body.
I wanted to be a fun, easy mommy today, making cookies, cuddling and watching Dancing with the Stars. I didn’t want to be the mommy who picks them up from school with the declaration, “Guess what we’re going to do today? Flu shots! Yeah!”
So when I picked up the girls, I had it in my mind that I was going ahead with my easy mommy plan. We come home for the traditional afterschool snack/feeding frenzy and I decide to drop a casual, “Hey girls, we could get flu shots today at the high school. But I think we should go another day.”
Do you know what Sophie chirps? “I wanna go! Mommy! Ooooooh – let’s go today! I love the high school!” Then Katie, who I thought the word “shot” would reduce her to quivering mush, chimes in, “Let's go – and get it over and done with! Come on. Will you hold my hand?”
Who are these people, excited to get flu shots? Their father’s daughters apparently.
We went to the high school and I got a flu shot too. We all held hands. The day ended watching Dancing with the Stars – and somehow, I came out as easy mommy.