Sick

 

 

I thought about adding a container with my name on it, but having it filled with chocolate!!

Unfortunately,

1) I have no chocolate in the house.  And trust me, I’ve looked. 

I keep telling myself that I should keep a stash “in case of emergency”, but when you keep EATING that emergency stash, well…

2)  When we do have it, we keep our chocolate hidden and stealthy.  “What’s that Joseph?  Oh mama’s just taking a little medicine, don’t worry!” kind of thing. 

Unfortunately he is starting to ask if he can smell my breath. 

That’s the trouble with having smart kids.

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Anyway, there is some serious sickness going on in this house.  Currently,

Joseph has strep throat and bronchitis, and these have caused him to lose his voice (secret!:  that last part is kind of nice.)

Isaac has a sinus infection and a double ear infection.  He has basically camped out on my left hip and cries all day and night. 

Although today he DID throw an action figure in the toilet, so I think he is perking up.

Brian is sick as well, but is currently muscling it out at work to support my online shopping habit.  (kidding honey!)

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My cold bug has gone into my lungs, so I am hacking all day, but for the most part I feel fine and I am now the designated nurse in the house.

And let me tell you, I excel in crisis and am practically Florence Nightengale around here.

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Homemade soup, tea, juice, and popsicles fall from my fingertips.

I can recite the past 10 times I gave either child medicine.

I can wipe a nose while simultaneously patting a head compassionately and giving sympathy-eyes to the third person.

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Basically, I get out of bed, throw my hair back in a ponytail

(less likely to get covered in snot that way)

pull on my oldest sweatshirt

(again, for the snot situation)

fill my pants pockets with tissues

(see above.  we have some nose issues in this house)

and sit down in the rocking chair for hours, becoming the resident tissue, head stroker, comforter, snuggler, hugger, book reader.

I am a mother, hear me roar!

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But, as good as I am at this kind of thing, it is starting to get a bit old, and I fear that in another day or two I will lose my sympathetic sparkle.

Coasting along at mediocre motherhood is much more relaxing.

So let’s go antibiotics, lets go! (clap, clap)

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PS The doctor heard an asthmatic wheeze in Joseph’s lungs, something we have suspected for a while.  So, yesterday was his first ever dose of asthmas medicines. (which we will now administer as needed with sickness/exercise) 

I have to tell you, I felt a little choked up about the whole thing!  I have asthma, so feel a bit responsible. 

Sorry kiddo.  But look at those blue eyes you got from your old ma!  Surely that counts for something?