Right now we I should be rushing around in a mad panic packing the car with snow gear in time to beat the traffic. Reality tells me otherwise. Tomorrow was going to be Carter's first attempt at snow skiing. Today we're stuck at home with fevers.
Sickness by far has been the most frustrating thing about parenting. It comes as a thief, robbing many opportunities for family memories, fresh air, and precious time.
However.
Moments like these, where the sun comes through the window and covers your ill child like a blanket, you learn to appreciate every moment.
So far, we have read about 40 books, watched about 3 videos on Excavators, Monster Trucks, and Bulldozers (I highly recommend the library for these informative videos--no cartoons, no attitudes, no songs, strictly "documentary"-style information that is bearable for both child and parent on days like these), and have snuck outside for fresh air and some compost maintenance.
Babe and Big Brother are both down with some sort of cold/flu virus and Mommy is doing her best to make everyone cozy and get the extra cuddles and love they need right now.
Hence the pj's on at 2:35pm.
Hence the plethora of drinks/ Tylenol/ orange peels on the counters.
Hence the Vicks Vapo-Steam dancing through the halls, congregating as one giant cloud of menthol above our book pile.
Hence me on the computer typing away as some form of therapy, a moment away from it all.
But, it happens.
Rather than being bitter (which I tend to do on days like these), I am doing my best to make good of the unforeseen happenings. It could be worse, most definitely. Now, I'm off to snuggle against the needy, hot and red cheeks of my firstborn.
