I just noticed that my watch has a rather large dollop of spit-up soy formula on it. And in it, and around it, and over it. And under it. No matter, I'm sure the rest of me does too. Brooke has been averse to sleep lately, waking several times each night to feed voraciously, shark-like, and serenade us with endless hours of chatter and coughing.
And just because The Fates have determined that there was not enough nocturnal excitement in our house (the really good kind being long gone), Madison woke up and barfed her way into a sick day home with mommy.
Can you just imagine, in that dark time before modern medicine and the "germ theory" of disease, when people thought the gods or the stars made us sick? It wasn't all that long ago. In fact the language still betrays it: Influenza is Italian for "Influence", because they thought the stars were responsible for epidemic disease. And of course, Disaster is Greek for "Bad Star".
So, I'm thinking that if this was a few thousand years ago (maybe less), we'd be wondering right about now just who or what we had angered, and how not to do it again.
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Some still believe in that stuff. The fertility gods like you, so it must have been the sleep gods you angered by taking sleep so for granted for so many years..
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