Gusi seems to be getting sick--again. He's got yet another runny nose and cough. When they told me that kids always get sick I thought that mine wouldn't since I make him wash his hands endlessly, but he gets sick just the same.
So three nights ago as I was putting Gusi to sleep he told me he needed medicine for his cough--which was non-existent by the way. I told him no and sent him back to bed. He got up again and again. Still, no medicine. No symptoms, no medicine. Then he did the same two nights ago and again last night when I finally saw some symptoms. I think he's getting a cough and sore throat confused. He probably had a sore throat to begin with and now I hear the cough. Poor thing.
So, I was up with Gusi last night at 2am when he woke from what appeared to be a nightmare, then again at 5am when all his noise woke up the baby. So between nursing the baby, getting us all dressed, changing diapers, going potty, etc, well, it was a miracle we were able to get out the door. It appears the boys are napping right now. I've got just a few precious minutes before they wake up so I'll go ahead and run a quick trip to the supermarket to prepare for the weekend.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm flying solo these days? That my dear, dear husband is off in the grand ol' USA? No? Well, I just have to say that when the baby is weaned it is my deepest desire to go to a spa resort for a long weekend with nothing but books--that's it. No children, no cooking, no cleaning, no grocery shopping, no packing a diaper bag, no cleaning spit-up or poop off of my clothes, no picking green paint out of hair--none of it, for three days. Insh'allah it will happen.
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