Here comes the sun... And the five year old asking me to to play with him.

Here comes the sun… And the five year old asking me to play with him. Have a beautiful Sunday people! 


Monday Morning Gets a Bad Wrap; But Sunday Night Can Be A B*TCH Too!



Last night at 9:30pm my stomach decided to do flips and twists in the middle of The Talking Dead summer special. Was it the wonderful dinner I had cooked? Would the hubs and the kid get sick too? Would I puke on the den carpet because I was too engrossed in the TV show to get to the toilet in time? I willed the queasiness away.

Last night at 11:45pm the boy cried out. Had he puked? Many prayers were said as I walked down the hall towards his room. No puke; but the bug bites (he is so allergic to bug bites) that he collected over the weekend were giving him a fit. Calamine lotion, soothing voice, glass of water and then I leave the room.

This morning at 12:45am the wee lad cries out again. I pray for no vomit. Nope, he is still itchy and thirsty and now hot. I go into the hall to turn up the air conditioning and only get an odd noise. SERIOUSLY? I open his door to let in the cooler air coming up from downstairs that has made the master bedroom comfortable. I lay down beside him and fall asleep until…

1:15am the kid is tossing and turning making himself too hot to cool off. Still itchy and thirsty I give him water, a dose of Benadryl, and some soothing words. I wish someone would give me some soothing words because we all know the panic spiral your brain goes down at 1:15am on a school night!!! I had a presentation at 8:00am. Would I wake up with my alarm? Is my alarm set? Would the kid ever go to sleep?

This morning at 3:15am I was still awake but the boy was asleep. I decide to creep back into bed with the hubs. My mind shifted from typical late night panic attack topics, to a constant string of prayers that the boy would not wake up again.

This morning at 5:45am the alarm goes off. Somehow I make it out the door with a jovial kid, two blueberry muffins and a huge cup of coffee. I am also dressed appropriately to make a presentation in front of college students.

On this day, Sunday night and Monday morning tag teamed me trying to show their muscles. Whatever fools – I’ve got this. I have no idea what I said during my presentation; but I received very positive feedback on it so it’s all good!!

Bring it on Tuesday!

Just kidding – please be nice to me.