My Kids Are Sick

My kids are sick.  I am sick.  It is friggin’ friggin’ cold outside. There are mucusy Kleenex wads, rinsed out throw up bowls, piles of laundry, sticky kid-shot cups of tylenol.  There is wheezing, and hacking, and horking, and blowing, and sneezing, and dry heaving.  And there is utter lack of inspiration. There is grouchiness. There is short- temperedness. There is a haggard woman who is wondering who is going to take care of her, thank you very much.

My sweet Addie

Here is a photo that always helps me gain perspective when I become pathetic.  It is of my sweet baby Addie almost four years ago in Papua New Guinea with the world’s most wretched flu.  (Although since she has kept ZERO fluids down today, I’m thinking we might be in a close race.) The headband was to keep her hair from drying into the crust of her nose seepage by morning.

Doesn’t she look like she’s praying?

Oh Lord, give me strength. Take care of these kids.

That’s all I have to say today.

3 thoughts on “My Kids Are Sick

  1. Ugh. Been where you are! I just keep continuing my mantra of spring is only 2 1/2 months away (because spring starts for me, when I can get outdoors to plant my broccoli.

  2. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Shoulda skipped the hand sanitizer when you had the chance and kept those good germs. 🙂 (just kidding, please don’t get mad and hawk a loogie at the screen)

  3. Don’t judge me… but Paul says have a little wine for your stomachs sake… mix a small amount of wine with 7 up and feed via syringe (really isn’t any worse that meds with alcohol in them). It seems to settle the stomach a bit and amazingly my kids kept it down (something to do with the wine maybe?).

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