It's Just A Delusion
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
Truth be told, it’s much easier to fight with someone you hate than someone you love, although J-Fed and I have always come by the exercise naturally it seems. However, it wasn’t that long ago that we could bounce right back after an argument. That’s no longer the case. We aren’t that resilient anymore because there’s no reason to be. The relationship is over, meaning there’s really no need to be civil.
Even after the most wicked fights, which we’ve had plenty of lately, there’s a cooling off period yet we don’t bounce back. While we used to laugh and joke following the worst of times, we go our separate ways and that’s the end of it. We wake up the next day, only to find the divide between us has grown even greater. It’s just the name of the game. While this saddens me at times, there are other times that I pray that the gap becomes even deeper and wider… and that one day it will actually swallow J-Fed whole and et out a great big belch for all the world to hear.
Just recently I had one of those days. Baby had returned to daycare after being out for two weeks due to the nasty respiratory virus that landed her in the doctors four times and the ER one time. One day went by before she returned home with red spots. The next morning, the red dots were still there, but she didn’t seem to have a fever. What did strike me as odd was that there was a line of red splotches along her diaper fold. Other than that, she was completely free of symptoms. I chalked it up as some kind of reaction and sent her packing.
Not three hours went by before the nursery called and told us baby had a rash. Of course, she did and she got it there! Needless to say we scurried over to get her and it wasn’t good. When I got her home, the spots had multiplied and the splotches along her diaper line had turned into yellow blisters. Being a germaphobe, a hypochondriac and an overreactive parent, it was my worst nightmare. She had the plague, I just knew it. I rushed over to the pediatrician – I didn’t pass go. I didn’t collect $200. Realizing the gravity of the situation, J-Fed accompanied me to the doctors.