That germy sweet spot
There is a narrow slice of time between “healthy” and “call the pediatrician” when your kids sleep in an hour later, take an extra nap, and dial it down from 11 to like, 4. A pretzel rod, some OJ, and Dragon Tales are all that they require. They are cheerful, quiet, acquiescent. It’s before the Niagara Falls of snot begins, when only the merest, most adorable pink-cheeked flush is your clue that life is going to get miserable pretty fucking quickly.
We’re in that sweet spot right now and I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth (Sesame Street is on next!) because by the end of the day, both tots will be up to their ears in boogies, burning like my lasagna, and sounding like Zsa Zsa Gabor.
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oh how I know!
(btw: rubbercamel=twitter)
Enjoy your quiet, cartoon-filled day, and good luck this weekend!
As I sit here, surfing while Theya plays in the tub (unsupervised! I’m going to hell!), I can feel my throat rawing up and swelling. Oh yay.
TGIF and my hubby will actually be around for a bit.
You slay me Supa! Just finished a two-week snot fest here, so I feel for you.
unfortunately, I so totally know what you mean! ; )
Oh I hear you! My sons teacher will say to me ‘Gee Boo was great today! I guess he is getting sick’
I would laugh if it wasn’t true!
Thanks for all the sympathy, you guys. I hope y’all are feeling better — my boys are A-OK now, and it’s ME who’s sick and miserable. I tell ya. Not fair.