I was supposed to be writing a real blog post right now. Instead, it’s almost 11pm on Tuesday night and instead of writing, I’m sitting in the living room listening to my oldest son cough…endlessly. He went to bed at 8pm and it’s now 11pm and he’s still coughing. T-h-r-e-e hours of coughing.
I hate this part about being a parent. I hate not being able to make it all better. I wish that my cuddles and snuggles really were magical and that they would allow my son to relax and finally drift off to sleep.
Instead, I’m sitting here googling “kids cough” and “kids cough medicine” (remember when all the cough medicine was recalled?), debating whether or not to call the doctor. Not that the doctor can really do anything except maybe offer some peace of mind.
Of course, there’s also part of me thinking forward to Wednesday, running through the different scenarios – kid goes to school vs. kid stays home – and figuring out how Ed and I are going to split the day. Both of our schedules have already been thrown off this week because my younger son came home from school early on Monday. Oh, and there’s a long weekend this weekend.
I think about all that and then I think that I really shouldn’t be worrying about those things or the deadlines this week because my kid’s sick.
So I don’t have a blog post (sorry) and I’m sharing this ridiculous picture of Everett instead (the non-coughing child…at least for now). He’s in love with this penguin hat he got for Christmas. Only problem is that it’s an adult-size hat and about two times too big for his head. So it falls over his eyes unless we use a binder clip to cinch the back. He insists that you call him Penguin when he’s wearing the hat. Then he places his hands in the gloves, rests his hands by his hips and proceeds to waddle. Ridiculous.
How’s your week going?
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