Sick, sick, sickMonday, December 24, 2012
|Couple of sickos. Pardon my zero makeup and penguin jammies. It's Christmas Eve morning, get on my level|
Right on cue, just in time for Christmas, we're sick. I felt like low-grade ass all week which finally escalated to a sore throat at the end of the week and a full-blown old-man-smoker cough this weekend, coupled with the inability to sleep. What's worse than laying in bed, feeling feverish and bone-numbingly tired, and unable to fall asleep for hours?
Having a sick baby, that's what's worse. Eli has a runny nose, a cough, and some sort of stomach badness happening. The boy that often eats more than his mother picks at a clementine and a banana and then firmly presses his lips together and shakes his head 'no' when you try to offer him another bite.
I know it's just a cold and it has to run its course, but seeing Eli sick breaks my heart. I can't wait for him to have his appetite back, to be free of the sniffles and coughs and to be back to his normal self. Seeing your child sick, even with a cold, is scary and sad. It's only been a couple days but I miss his boisterous little boy antics.
All I want for Christmas is a healthy, germ-free household. Santa, you hear me?
Related: HOW is it Christmas Eve already? We have a low-key day planned here - making cranberry sauce, Christmas playlists nonstop all day, one last trip to the gym before eating all the things tomorrow, and constantly monitoring the state of the turkey thawing (current status: still frozen solid, no pressure). Tonight we'll each open one gift and read The Night Before Christmas with Eli.
I hope you have a happy, healthy and fun holiday. Merry Christmas!