In every war there's going to be casualties. The same holds true for the front lines of Mommy Hood. I've noticed a slight similarity in most of the Mommy Blogs I've read this past month...your children are all sick. Some have husbands and even yourselves praying to the porcelain Gods for mercy. And like the compassionate reader I am I had one thing to say: "Thank God, it's not me.
But then about 10 days ago I noticed a fine stream of nose sauce flowing from Potter. "A sign of things to come," I thought? My suspicions were finally confirmed today after our doctors visit. Looks like both kids caught a cold, then Potter may have caught the flu on top of that. Scooter is still milking nose sauce with a side of hacking cough.
It was one of those days where so much was planned but nothing was accomplished. Every time I tried, I failed. My Very Sick Child spent most of the day laying on our couch, while my Slightly Sick Child spent most of the day trying to annoy my Very Sick Child. After being woken up by shrieking wails coming from Very Sick Child in the middle of the night, my body was having a hard time dealing with Slightly Sick Child. I haven't figured out yet if it's his age or the order in which he was born. He has an amount of energy that is unexplainable.
It's almost 8pm here in PA. The kids are in bed, and although elated at that fact, I feel I will soon be heading to the same place. I have already decided to keep Potter home from school another day. His fever didn't break until 2 hours ago. I'm praying both kids wake up feeling better than today. I pray harder that I just simply....wake up!