Why is it when men or children are sick, moms do everything for them? Fresh sheets, comforting kisses and hugs, homemade chicken soup, hot tea, fluffing pillows, tucking warm blankets......and yet when Mom gets sick....no one seems to care? All I want is a little comforting and instead I hear "ewwwwwwwwwwww...you're sick, get away from me!" ....ugh...where is the compassion, people, the love??
When I'm sick, all I want is to be a kid again and have my Granny tuck cool, clean sheets around me, bring me tomato soup and grilled cheese and apple juice and feel her cool, almost papery-soft hand checking my forehead for a temperature.
Can you tell I'm feeling miserable today? I'm a hacking, drooling, runny-nosed mess. In fact, my nose feels like I tried to rub it off....actually, I HAVE tried to rub it off. Ah, to be nose-free.
What's even worse is Reagan is sick...she's been sick since before Christmas and it will not go away. More importantly than me, I just want Reagan to feel better. I feel so bad when she looks up at me with red-rimmed eyes and a stuffy nose and to hear her hacking away with a cough in her chest just makes me cringe. She's not at that age yet where she believes a kiss from Mommy can make it all better...and I really wish that's all it would take.
So tomorrow, off to the doctor we go. Again. I'm really beginning to think I should just move in right next door to Reagan's pediatrician....it would make things a lot simpler, for us at least ;)
Well, I'm off to go hack-cough-slurp-blow my way through the rest of the Super Bowl...Go GIANTS!...and tomorrow I'm going to talk about just how crappy the commercials where this year..what is up with that??