Aaaannd... I'm sick.
Never fails. That first month back to school and one of my kids brings me a special treat in the form of a cold. Well, I guess it's highly probable that I got this version from any number of sickly individuals at work, since I'm around them for a good portion of several days. And I do seem to remember one of the server girls all goopy and yuck. Whatever the case, I have a head-full, a chest-full, and a nose leaking like a busted spigot. Yay me.
What I don't want is for my oldest, Charlie, to get sick. When he get's sick -and he does yearly- his sick gets really, really bad. In fact, last year the poor kid got Pneumonia and he was a hot mess for almost a month. You see, since he was born premature, his immune system isn't nearly what it ought to be. Anyway, he woke this morning saying his throat was sore and I immediately went into High Alert. I do not want this kid illin'. First off he has 5th Grade Camp in a few weeks and I want him well for that, and secondly I'm not loving the potentiality of him going through Pneumonia again. So I gave him an allergy pill -hoping for the best- and backed it up with a giant dose of Vitamin C. And now we pray...
See I would gladly take me being sick every single day for a year just to avoid Charlie getting sick at all. It just kills me to watch him suffer. And last year was a suffering, let me tell you. So, I am honestly hoping the Big Man Upstairs has this well in hand. Because I'm prepared to go through with my end of the bargain.
Never fails. That first month back to school and one of my kids brings me a special treat in the form of a cold. Well, I guess it's highly probable that I got this version from any number of sickly individuals at work, since I'm around them for a good portion of several days. And I do seem to remember one of the server girls all goopy and yuck. Whatever the case, I have a head-full, a chest-full, and a nose leaking like a busted spigot. Yay me.
What I don't want is for my oldest, Charlie, to get sick. When he get's sick -and he does yearly- his sick gets really, really bad. In fact, last year the poor kid got Pneumonia and he was a hot mess for almost a month. You see, since he was born premature, his immune system isn't nearly what it ought to be. Anyway, he woke this morning saying his throat was sore and I immediately went into High Alert. I do not want this kid illin'. First off he has 5th Grade Camp in a few weeks and I want him well for that, and secondly I'm not loving the potentiality of him going through Pneumonia again. So I gave him an allergy pill -hoping for the best- and backed it up with a giant dose of Vitamin C. And now we pray...
See I would gladly take me being sick every single day for a year just to avoid Charlie getting sick at all. It just kills me to watch him suffer. And last year was a suffering, let me tell you. So, I am honestly hoping the Big Man Upstairs has this well in hand. Because I'm prepared to go through with my end of the bargain.
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