Here’s being a mom for ya…
I’ve been home for a week now with sick kids (and a sick hubby). Kid number 1 has a cold but wants to go outside and play because the weather is finally nice enough to do it. “Go ahead! Enjoy!” So kid number 1 goes out to play. Kid number 2 comes along… on antibiotics, coughing up a storm, should be in the hospital but keeps on trucking. “I want to go outside too!” Sure, just don’t run, skip, jump, climb, kick, or do anything active that might make you cough till you puke. “Okay, but sit down if you start coughing,” I say. Kid number 3 joins in but with the whining. She doesn’t feel well either. She’s got a cold, stuff running out of her nose and ears, a minor fever, and just sits on the couch watching Kungfu Panda (the mom-edited version). So we skip over the scary part, then go get some medicine for her to take so she can breathe again. Fight, fight, fight, she doesn’t want to take the meds. Finally we get it in her mouth and up comes the meds and some of lunch. Great. I’m calling th...