Stop what you are doing

So…you know my kiddos are a bit under the weather, yes?

And you know I love to snuggle them. 

Tonight I put the small people to bed with every intention of digging into my massive ‘to-do’ list.  But as I am working in my completely silent house, I hear a small noise.  And then a series of small noises.  And then, this is what I see.

He spoke softly, so I don’t know if you heard, but he ‘doesn’t feel so good’.  I bet you heard the cough though.

So, since I can’t help but fall for that sweet face, I am at his beck and call – which means I am at a stopping point now.

Good night friends.

I will admit it.

I have flaws.  And, this isn’t nearly all of them.  But I must confess….

I reallykind of like it when my kids are sick.  Nooooo…not the part that makes them feel terrible – that makes me sad and pained.  But the part that makes them needy and cuddly and snuggly-bunny-ish. 

They wander around the house saying, “Mommy, hold you.”  I melt.

They were both pitiful last night.  We (and by ‘we’ I mean me and the kids) hardly slept at all. 

But today: bouncing off the walls.  Guess that miracle medicine Dora the Explorer works wonders.  Who knew?

So tonight – so far, so good.  That is, if ever I get into bed and sleep.  Like maybe now.

TTFN.

Just another (sick) day

So….maybe I’m a little cautious…I follow the ‘sick rules’ at Delaney’s school.  She has to be fever free for 24 hours before she heads back to class.

So….at 101 degrees last night, I knew she was destined to stay with me today.  She cried when I told her she couldn’t go to school.  Yes, you read that right.  She cried because she COULDN’T go to school.  Impressed.  I was. 

However, when she wakes up this morning – fever free and sassy as always, I wonder.  Do you think she can magically raise her own body temperature at will? Just to keep me guessing?  I bet she would do it if she could.

I digress.  She is acting fine.  Coop, runny nose and all, is fine enough to participate in the fights that have broken out this morning.  It is noon. I have made pancakes with sprinkles for breakfast and grilled cheese and strawberries for lunch. We have colored, we have had a visit from Parents As Teachers to assess Coop’s development (and she was too nice to comment on the fact that we were all still in PJs), we have played Play-Doh – a disaster if ever there was one.  We have read books, played school, practiced our letter writing and  made animal masks. I have changed multiple diapers and wiped too many runny noses (including my own).

And yet, it is still only noon. 

Sick days are supposed to including resting, laying around, true laziness, right?  Notsomuch in my house.

But I’d really like to rest…just a little.  Do you think taking a direct hit on the nose (twice) from your son’s big noggin can make you predisposed to a sinus infection?  In my mind’s eye, the hits caused a flow of blood equal to nothing I have experienced..and left me with 2 black eyes.  At least then my pain would be visible to my family..and maybe they would be a bit more gentle with me.  But no.  No blood.  No black eyes.  Just face pain.  And sick kids.

Ok…done complaining :)