It's not very often that I get sick; the last time I was sick was the awful stomach flu we all had well over a year ago. Because I don't get sick very often, when I *do* get sick, I get SICK. Yesterday morning I went to urgent care because I couldn't stop coughing and was flat out miserable. The diagnosis, of course, was bronchitis (hooray) laryngitis (which I cannot spell without the help of spell check) and the ever so common "cold". In a word, I feel like crap.
When I was pregnant with Gabriel, I went to visit my parents and happened to have a raging head cold. I can very distinctly recall sleeping in my dads recliner and waking up to him smearing Vicks on my face (his cure all for all things cold related; I tend to agree) There was always a mug of hot tea made by my mom (HER cure all for all things cold related; again, I agree) sitting next to me, and whenever I was hungry Mom whipped up some buttered toast for me to munch on. Vicks, hot tea, and toast are pretty much cured what ailed you when we were growing up. I still find myself reaching for those three things when I get sick OR when the kiddos get sick. Something about that combo is super soothing, even if it doesn't really "do" anything.
So now, it's five a.m. and I'm waiting for the bathroom to fill with steam so I can go wheeze in peace without waking anyone up and wishing I had my mom. I just KNOW her tea and toast would fix this. Sometimes, even mommas need their mommas and this is one of those times.