Yesterday began as a hard day. We are all getting over some snarky virus that attacked us all in different ways. It began the same: sore throats. Fever.
Liv went from sore throat to runny nose to gross cough.
Bing went from sore throat to worse sore throat to being bone tired.
I went from sort throat to lung congestion to "I feel like I have been run over by a truck."
By Sunday, we were all sick of being sick. We looked at movies. None sounded interesting. Liv was too sick to have a play date. We decided to just hang out in our own ways and then meet up for take out bbq later in the day.
Bing went to take Socks for a walk. Socks was almost in a tizzy of excitement because he hadn't been walked in days, had just been rushed outside and told to "do your thing and get back in here."
She asked if Liv and/or I wanted to join her. It was a grey bone chilling cold day.
No, we didn't want to join her.
After she left, Liv settled on the sofa to work on her book report for school about the Lakota Indian tribe. This is a snap for her since her father IS a full blooded Lakota, so she has all kinds of information and can call a number of relatives to ask any questions she may have. She decided to go through a number of cds she has of Lakota music and decide on a few to use as props.
I told her that I was going to go lay down in my bed, try to read.
I plopped into my bed and tried to relax and read which was kind of hard considering Liv was listening to what sounded like war dances. Eventually, the music stopped and I could feel my eyes drooping into slumber.
And then, my dark midnight blue throw was pulled up gently and a little girl who really needed a shampoo and a tooth brushing slid in and under with me. I pulled her close, smelling the banana that she had for breakfast on her breath and nudging her soft pink cheek with my nose. We drifted off together.
In the back of my brain, I heard the downstairs door open and shut. Heard Bing's shoes plopping first one...and then the other down on the mudporch. I sighed and snuggled into Liv closer. By this time she was snoring lightly, something she only does when she has a stuffed up nose.
I felt eyes on me and opened mine up to see a small black dog sitting on the Lakota throw rug at the side of my bed. My hand was hanging off the side of the bed and he swatted it gently with his nose. Smiled at me. I swear he did.
Socks smiles. He does.
"Are your paws muddy?" I asked him quietly. It had been raining off and on for days, a dark, misty rain that seeped into the house, into our bones, into everything we ate and smelled.
He made a soft noise in his throat. No, alpha woman...can I come up there? I'm chilly....
I reached down and felt him. He felt dry. I patted the bed and he hopped up. Liv sighed and rolled over, making room for him to curl in between us in her sleep. Socks wiggled in between us, laying on his side and facing Liv, his nose resting in the crook of her arm.
We all sank deeper into sleep.
I woke up later to see Bing smiling at me, standing at the end of the bed.
"I'm going to go get us some bbq at Ted's," she told me, her finger tucked in an Arthur C. Clarke book. I winked at the cover. The Hammer of God. Ah...I remember that one. Something about a meteorite flying through the air, aiming it's sights on earth?
I yawned. "Make sure to get some of that really good cornbread," I whispered.
"And peach cobbler for Liv..." added the little girl who had banana breath and needed a shampoo.
Bing nodded. "A slab of ribs, saucy fries, coleslaw, that really good cornbread and peach cobbler for all. Anything else?"
Socks nudged me.
"A bone for a good, patient, sweet little dog?" I asked.
Bing winked. "I'll be home soon..." she said, leaning down to plant kisses on all of our foreheads and getting a lick from Socks in the process.
She stopped and turned at the door. "I hope y'all know that I came in and took a picture of you all sleeping with your mouths hanging open and all three of you snoring..," she said.
I gave her the finger and pulled up the midnight blue throw to warm up just a little.
I heard the door slam, the car start up and sluice down the rainy driveway.
"I think we should get up and set the table," I told Socks and Liv.
Later, we all ate bbq until we were full and satiated. Socks munched his bone down to a sliver. Liv finished her schoolwork and she and I took a shower together and I washed her haggie maggie hair with smooth goat's milk shampoo, lathered us both up and scrubbed until we shone.
Put Liv to bed and read a chapter to her from an incredibly silly book in a series called Goosebumps. Kissed her goodnight. Let Socks out into the back yard for one final pee and rabbit chase.
Settled in with Bing to watch Dexter.
It would be Monday soon enough. And we were all going to have a good week, a healthier week.
The rain would keep coming down, but at least it wasn't snow and our fevers were coming down too. The garden needed a drink.
The lights went out at 10 and the girl who no longer needed a shampoo, the alpha woman, the black puppy, and Bing, the bbq hunter all fell asleep.
And the dreams were all happy and good.