Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Pestilence

Oooooffff. It's been a rough 48 hours. My kiddo has been sick, and his cold/bug/whatever is now (thankfully) starting to break up. The good news is that it's on the upswing toward recovery. The bad news....it means neither of us gets any sleep. When my boy gets a cold, it isn't *just* a cold....it's massive barfing caused by post-nasal drainage. I end up lying there awake, listening for that dread gagging sound. I can't get him to stay on his side to keep him from aspirating the barf. When he was little, I would set up Barf Camp in the big white fluffy chair and hold him in the crook of my arm. I could prop us up with pillows and we could get a few hours of sleep here and there. But now, he's a good 5 inches taller than me. We don't fit in the big fluffy white chair anymore. So now, I leave both of our doors open, situate him on his side, and stuff pillows under his back to try to keep him there......and I listen. 

The family I work for has been battling illness after illness as well, so coming to work I'm in the nurse/Barf Camp business as well. The poor little girl I watch is down for the count again, and I feel so bad for her! Yesterday she got so mad and caterwauled "Being sick is STUPID!! I don't wanna be SICK ANYMORE!!" Agreed baby girl!! 

This level of tired is nauseating. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture, right? I know why! 

While I wait for everyone at work to wake up and get moving for the day, I'm going to combat my exhausted crankiness with some gratefulness.

I'm grateful for; (In no particular order)
*My son's giggles, even when he doesn't feel well.
*My job. I love it. SO MUCH. And right now I'm having coffee, and oatmeal, with a gorgeous view, while snow softly falls. *sigh*
*My man's awesome upbeat attitude, even first thing in the morning, even during a phone call. (I loathe mornings and speaking on the phone)
*My cute, cozy, perfect for Braeden and I, home.
*My weekends off of parenting. Because duuuuuuude...when else am I going to sleep?
*My friends and family. 
*Coffee. Coffees. Aaaallllll the coffee.

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