Stomach Flu is no joke

When I first sat down to write this post last week I thought my first line would be something about bad things happening in threes, but unless that adage has been amended, I’ve got to come up with something new. Just when it seemed that Teen Biscuit, aka, Teen Khalifa, had eluded the stomach flu that brought down his mother and siblings, he went down for the count on Saturday evening leaving me as the last person standing (literally).

All that I can say is that I’ve never seen anything like this before. Friday night I thought I was in a frat house bathroom the way that Snuggle Biscuit and Singing Biscuit were running in and out to throw up. And on Sunday morning, I went all surgical and bleached every counter in the house. By the time I got to the second bathroom, I practically needed a gas mask so as to not succumb to the scent of the bleach.

But the job got done and now everyone appears to be on the mend.

I cannot stress enough that the stomach flu is not a joke. Whether or not you have kids, be as diligent as possible in washing your hands. Be mindful of your colleagues and take an occasional sick day if you’re feeling ill. And I can’t stress this enough, hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Drinking water and keeping hydrated will help your recovery immensely in the event that you do get sick.

By the way, you don’t need to take my word for the severity of the stomach flu. Read here fore more info

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Grindin’: Once An Immigrant….

Every once in a while I catch a glimpse of our dining room table and it hits me how far Snuggle Biscuit and I have come from our Caribbean roots. My mother would have never allowed casual meals at her dining table. The same thing goes for Snuggle Biscuit’s grandmother with whom she lived while growing up. Funny thing is, because our folks are Caribbean, the “special events” were few and far in between. Instead, the tables often sat idle, perfectly set and everyone knew to steer clear of them if you want to avoid the wrath of the Woman of the House.

In our house however, the dining table functions as a desk, storage counter, and occasional dining area. It’s used so often that it’s the inverse of the ones we had growing up.

I’d ask what my mother thinks of our behavior, but since she only sees the table during “special events” aka her visits, she’ll never be the wiser.

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Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.: “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break the Silence”

The truth of these words is beyond doubt, but the mission to which they call us is a most difficult one. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government’s policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within one’s own bosom and in the surrounding world. Moreover, when the issues at hand seem as perplexing as they often do in the case of this dreadful conflict, we are always on the verge of being mesmerized by uncertainty; but we must move on.

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Stevie Wonder: “Isn’t She Lovely”

Driving into work this morning I heard on the radio that Jay Z and Beyonce’s daughter, Blue Ivy, recently eclipsed Stevie Wonder’s daughter Aisha as the youngest person ever featured on a single.  I’m not sure whether this stat is actually true or not, but the revelation presented a great opportunity to give a shout out to all the fathers for whom our daughters are our muse….

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Grindin’: Ponying Up

I try to make a point of bringing Singing Biscuit a treat whenever I pick him up early from his after-school program.  The reason for doing this is that I often remind him to get his homework done so that all we will have to do at home is a review, and I know he sometimes feels really bad if he does not manage to complete his homework. We have an hour & change commute home in the evenings and anything that keeps his spirits and blood sugar up during the nighttime routine is worthwhile investment.

Of late, I’ve been bringing him two slices from his favorite pizzeria.  As I walked back to the car with his slices en route to picking him up, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.  Here I am bringing the kid a treat for picking him up early.

Have I gone soft?

Is this bribery?

I don’t know what it is, but I will say this much, when I reached the car and the pizza’s aroma began filling up the air, I was way too tempted to down those slices myself…

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