...and then she almost sat on the cat.
I was awakened to my little boy standing beside me and crying around midnight. (For those of you playing the home game, he was home sick with me today. He seems to have your average virus, and the fever has been fought valiantly with ibuprofen and Tylenol in 3 hour rotations.) He was drenched in sweat, and having trouble breathing. Cough that makes him bark like a seal. Yes, the croup is back in town. We're no stranger to it here, but for as familiar as it is it's never easy to deal with. Ibuprofen, 20 minutes in a steamy bathroom followed by the coldest air available (his bedroom; same temp outside so there's no point in taking him out there), some Vicks VapoRub... the usual treatment. He's sleeping again... now why can't I? Dumb question, I know.
So I thought I'd go in the study and write a post. And I almost sat on the cat. Don't know who was more surprised.
So I thought I'd go in the study and write a post. And I almost sat on the cat. Don't know who was more surprised.