september 21
The Kinglet has a bug of some kind. Sduffy/ruddy dose (which he keeps wiping across his face or on my robe), cough, and a fever last night.
You know they're sick when they curl up on the floor, and then come stand next to you and just... lean.
Yeah.
So he's in the family room now with his juice, watching his morning PBS cartoons. He came to get me a little while ago, so I sat with him through The Cat in the Hat (gawd, I don't like that show), but I had to come back out into the kitchen. The family room is the worst allergy zone in the house, with the litter box just down the hall (and unfortunately there is no other sensible place to put the box). After 15 minutes I could feel the icy fingers of migraine creeping up the back of my skull - so as much as I love cuddling with sick boys, it won't do to make Mommy sick, too.
Though I'm a wee bit sick myself, anyway. Scratch throat. Blah.
But anyway. For the moment, he's content out there, and I've got my butter-cream coffee and my laptop and I feel oddly content. Somehow all the many (many) things I need to be doing don't seem to register at all right now. Me and the walking migraine-inducer (read: cat) are watching the sparrows in the backyard. I've got the slider cracked open to this fresh, sharp, almost-autumn air.
Funny how a little cold in a little kid can funnel your day to a few important details.
You know they're sick when they curl up on the floor, and then come stand next to you and just... lean.
Yeah.
So he's in the family room now with his juice, watching his morning PBS cartoons. He came to get me a little while ago, so I sat with him through The Cat in the Hat (gawd, I don't like that show), but I had to come back out into the kitchen. The family room is the worst allergy zone in the house, with the litter box just down the hall (and unfortunately there is no other sensible place to put the box). After 15 minutes I could feel the icy fingers of migraine creeping up the back of my skull - so as much as I love cuddling with sick boys, it won't do to make Mommy sick, too.
Though I'm a wee bit sick myself, anyway. Scratch throat. Blah.
But anyway. For the moment, he's content out there, and I've got my butter-cream coffee and my laptop and I feel oddly content. Somehow all the many (many) things I need to be doing don't seem to register at all right now. Me and the walking migraine-inducer (read: cat) are watching the sparrows in the backyard. I've got the slider cracked open to this fresh, sharp, almost-autumn air.
Funny how a little cold in a little kid can funnel your day to a few important details.