If it's a holiday a kid is sick
I remember countless Christmas mornings with sore throats, noses raw from night time sniffles, and boxes of Kleenex by my side as I opened my gifts. Halloween, it was always a debate whether I could go out and trick or treat because the flu I just got over, was only a few hours ago not days from the last fluid upchuck. And Easter egg hunts were impossible, I was usually coughing, sickly via strep throat or just purely under the weather. With my children, same ole thing. Must be the sixth sense of extra time off with parents.
Seriously, last night my eldest spent the night coughing and sniffling. So much so, I was prepared for another chest infection (gladly after a doctor visit today, it is nothing more than a cold). But, as having multiple children would have it, now the baby is sniffling during nursing sessions and sneezing more than normal for her 9-month-old nose. She's getting the cold. And it's a long weekend of nice(r) weather.
Ah, tis the life of a parent. Of children who like to get sick when mom and dad could finally, maybe, sleep in. Instead, I'll spend at least one 24 hour period with less than 4 hours of sleep. I can almost guarantee it.
Labels: motherhood, parenting





