Hello!!!!! I hope that your Tuesday has been full of blessings and peace. I ain’t gonna lie. These last couple of days have been a little poo poo for me. I am currently fighting some type of summer flu. My though is, if I’m going to have to get the flu why can’t it at least be cold outside. I must say I look pretty silly with my heating pad, blanket, and hot tea while I’m working when outside its 84 degrees. The cure for the flu to me is hot cocoa, noodle soup, and a heater. Can’t really do all that in the dead of summer. I could but, my husband and son might go to a hotel until I get better. They like this house cold. I should be on the upswing after today as I took a good bolus of antibiotics. As Barney Fife said “nip it in the bud, nip it!”
When I was a little girl, my momma use to cure everything with a cup of soup, a hot bath, and a warm cozy bed. We slept off all that illness. And we sweated out the fever. She’d load the blankets on us until the fever “broke” and the covers were soaked with sweat. Lordy now days that would be considered abuse lol. Little did I know that a fever is your bodies way of fighting off the bacteria. Breaking the fever gets it out of your system. Momma was right. (Aren’t momma’s always). I can tell you so many times when I’ve said that I should have listened to her. Put butter on the burn immediately followed by toothpaste. What crazy person came up with that? Well, it works. Warm your biscuits up in a sandwich bag. Believe me do it. They taste like they’ve just come out of the oven. Wash your face every night before you go to bed even if you don’t feel like it. Yes, I’ve done this since I was a teenager. Sounds silly but, I can count on two hands the times my face has had a pimple or break out over the years. And that’s pretty good for a 45 year old menopausal woman. See momma knows best.
Do you ever remember as a kid just loathing getting in the tub? Shew I do. We would go outside and ride our bikes until dark. Thats not a bad thing either by the way. It’s good for your muscles. And my little sister has the legs to prove it. That gal rode her bicycle from sun up to sun down. She loved it. And she has the legs of a beauty queen. We also played in the yard. Getting super sweaty was just part of our routine. Dirt in our hair was normal. No video games for us. In fact we didn’t have a television in our bedrooms until I was in high school. Daddy wanted us outside moving around. We would come in for dinner and clean our plates. Not because we were made to. Because we had played so hard that we were starved. We never complained about the food that mom put on the table. You either ate it or you were free to make yourself a sandwich. I did that sometimes. I didn’t like meatloaf lol. It didn’t stop her from making it however. Daddy like it so she made it once a week. We would sit at the table and dread what was coming next. Bath time. And I mean not just a quick wash off. She wanted you scrubbed until the water was brown from the dirt. You better not come out of that tub with a speck of dirt on you or appear greasy. She’d check you. And if she thought you didn’t get clean enough then back you go. I’m not joking. She was funny about cleanliness. She still is lol. I can’t tell you the times my son has said to me “nanny made me go in there and wash my face because I had a breakout” lol. No zits at her house. That was a sign of nasty.
So tell me when did taking a bath in the tub turn in to punishment no more? I take one every night. It’s that soak in the hot water that makes me relax so that I can sleep some. I look forward to it. That water is so hot it’s almost to the point of giving me a 1st degree burn. The hotter the better. Epsom salt sooths the muscles and gets the tension out. It’s so funny that something that I use to dread, is now one part of my day that I look so forward to. These last 3 nights I’m not sure how I would have made it without my bath. The flu is miserable. Every part of your body hurts. The headache is never ending. And the chills are for the birds. That hot bath makes it so much better.
What is a childhood memory that you have that use to feel like a punishment that now is a treasure? Did your momma give you little pointers that even today you stand by? What little habits have you instilled in your children? There are just too many for me to count. I am however so blessed and thankful for all I have learned from mine. Memories are such good things to have. I hope tonight’s little story has helped you to remember a few. Have the best night ever and happy dreams.
Always …….Brooke
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