Calling The Anitos
We used to have the coldest of winter during the end of January to February. This year spring came during the said time instead. It was warm so the puzzled flowers came out a month earlier. Last week the temperature dropped to as low as 3°C and now, the supposedly spring is gloomy, cold and humid at times. We knew why and lets leave the environmentalist, news, Al Gore and others do the talking for that.
It just sucks cause if you’ve got children under 7 years old like me. They’ve got this seasonal sickness, as I call it. Just for weather changes my eldest catches flu or cough or what ever ailment that may be the fad for the season. Then you’ll expect me wide awake with eyes like an owl in vigil monitoring his fever, food doesn’t have a taste for me and not even blogging which I love to do doesn’t have appeal at all. Even the toughest person if you become a mother, the hardest core softens. OK, let’s include the fathers too, they might not go if you’ll send them for the ice pack.
I hope Lukie would be fine now. Its been 6 hours now and no fever yet unlike yesterday and last night, paracetamol only lowers his temp to 39°C. Hoping high also that my Dylan won’t catch it or else I’ll go crazy. When something hurts them, I feel it before they even start to register the pain. Oh this one, you’ll end up praying to all the Saints and make “mad-mad”(pagan prayer) to all “anitos” (gods) and dead ancestors saying, “just give me all the sickness there is and spare my children please!”
To lighten up my mood, lets go back last week. I was on the couch with Dylan and was teaching him the ‘classic close-open’ or the ‘ciao-ciao hands’ (for the Italians). Lukie (5 y/o) who was playing with his Leap Frog Pad went near the divider and said, "Mama, you’re wrong! Its like this, ‘guarda’ (look)! Close…open…close…open…" as he closes and opens the drawer. "E vero amore" (yeah, you’re right my love), I answered
