He and I are working on a sleep schedule reminiscent of when he was a baby, catching a few hours here and there.
The living room is destroyed.
Medicine cups litter the kitchen counters.
The sound of a hacking cough echoes through the tiny house, competing with Pikmin music.
Also, my tea keeps getting cold.
Today is day three and I'm keeping my fingers crossed we're over the worst of it. And keeping my toes crossed that Elizabeth doesn't come down with it.
Because having a sick child as a single mom sucks. Big time.
I was up with Joseph until 3:45 a.m. on Sunday and then up and out the door by 7:10 a.m. on Monday to go to work, then home after a half day to spend the rest of the day taking care of him. I was so tired, I shouldn't have been driving, but like most working moms I get a finite amount of sick time and knew I'd have to stay home with him today.
At 2:00 in the morning, I was wishing for another pair of eyes. Someone else to tell me if I'm imagining things when he starting wheezy and trying to catch his breath. I contemplated taking him to the ER, but called Rachel instead. Having a sister who is an RN is a very handy thing indeed.
Of course, Chad would be more than happy to take the kids while they're sick, but honestly - and this is my controlling Virgo side - I think I take care of them when they're sick far better. For some reason, Daddy doesn't know to change their sheets a couple times a day so they're always cool and fresh. Daddy doesn't think to tuck them in with fuzzy blankets that keep them cozy while being soft against their skin. Daddy doesn't make them homemade chicken soup and ice cold fruit smoothies to sooth rough throats.
Feel very sorry for my future daughter and son in laws.
The part that doesn't suck? The realization that I have good friends and family who help me out more than I could hope. I'm surrounded by awesome people and Joseph's on the mend.
But as for me, I'm still wishing I was here:
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