I have the MOMFLU, which means, well, nothing. To no one.

I have the MOMFLU, which means, well, nothing. To no one.

Everyone has heard of the infamous MANFLU… But have you heard of the MOMFLU? No. Because it means absolutely nothing, to no one.

This week has been huge for me. For the many of you reading this post in your email, YOU have made such a big difference in my life already. Writing a book was just a smidge of what goes into putting it on the shelves. So, welcome to my blog and THANK YOU!

I have opened my second ever give away for following my blog and FaceBook author page. As a creative person and a closet introvert, this is extremely nerve wracking. Following my announcement on Tuesday, I was stricken with the MOMFLU on Wednesday. Wednesdays are the days my children go to the sitter so I can do the bulk of my school work, write, catch up on the house, etc.

But THIS particular Wednesday I scheduled ALL.THE.THINGS.

Tuesday night at about 9pm, I feel it coming on. Midnight, I can’t sleep, I’m congested, I’m having stress dreams about peeling vinyl lettering off my chest and arms like they are leaving tattoos or something. 1am-6am dear husband wakes me up periodically to get me to roll over because “You’re snoring so loud”. Let it be known there are other places HE could have slept and left my sick self alone. But, again MOMFLU means nothing to no one.

I might clean up nice, but I woke up like this.

Get the kids off on time, then I have a 9am meeting to help me set up my new website. That’s over, I have time to shower before my hair appointment. Simon at Swank Salon did such a great job with my hair for my photoshoot for my social media and book cover.

When someone asks a tired mom if they’d like white or red at 11am on a Wednesday after not sleeping, the answer is WHITE.

This might have been a mistake because by the time 1pm rolled around for my appointment with the ever-fabulous Savannah from Beautiful Life Images for my photos, I was far more ready for a nap than I ever should have been. But I survived and have these beauties to show for it.

I also have you know, I did all the laundry, cleaned the entire house and cooked my own damn chicken soup from scratch. Because MOMFLU means nothing.

Thank you all for reading. You’re welcome to comment about what YOUR MOMFLU means in the comment section below. Remember you can subscribe to my blog by filling out the field below. I am currently doing a giveaway exclusively for fellow RailRoad wives (Details HERE) and there is still plenty of time to enter. Have a great day!

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Dacia Arnold is an author that struggles to find a balance of work, motherhood, marriage, writing, and the occasional craft. Her first full length novel, Apparent Power, is in the works to be released December 2018. Dacia served 10 years in the U.S. Army as a combat medic and deployed twice to Iraq and often incorporates these experiences into her writings both fiction and non-fiction. She currently lives in Denver, Co with her husband, two children, and a fat beagle named Watson.

Reader Comments

  1. Great post. I am, however, immune to the MOMFLU (if it exists at all). I get the real one (MANFLU). Lol

  2. The pictures look amazing! Was there any caffeine in that giant cup to help you out?
    MOMFLU doesn’t exist in my house. However, sandy nose cold from too much beach is the current family complaint.

    1. Funny story… No coffee in the mug. I would have spilled it and ruined the shoot lol. I did have three cups before having the pictures taken.

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