I've lost my voice.
See, I've got kind of a nasty cough (no fever, so no aporkalyptic swine flu fears) and it seems to have robbed me of speech, or at least of vocalization. At first blush, it's not the end of the world, right?
But consider A Day in the Life of a Mama:
- I need to write out my Starbucks order before getting online. Dunkin' Donuts drive through isn't even a possibility.
- When the Little One takes off running toward the supermarket parking lot, I open my mouth to yell "Stop!" But what comes out is...nothing. Fortunately, she's as well trained as any Pavlovian canine and so came to a screeching and immediate halt once at the curb.
- The Little One is on her 6th tantrum of the afternoon. I need to call another Mama to vent, but am reduced to texting, which is, of course, not the same thing.
- Bedtime turns into a nightmare when Mama can't read even one of the six books requested. Compromise prevails, though, when we silently agree to look at them together.
Any good home remedies to bring my voice back? I'm not psychic, but I foresee tantrums and storybooks in my near future.