Daddy left yesterday for his business trip to Chicago. The middle child in the family did not take it well at all! She was up twice last night and then very, very early this morning crying from pain in her throat and asking for meds. No two year old can understand that you can't take them when you want them, that you have to wait until it's time to take them, etc. And then of course, add to those medicine requests a request for daddy only to find he's not home (remember, we took him to the airport-- "But I want to go too").
A look down the throat this morning shows scabs peeling away (probably a little TMI for those of you that don't like graphic info), a final phase of the healing process that can be over in one day or linger for up to three (oh boy... let's hope for a one day deal here!). At least the end is in sight, even if it is rough right now.
Oh, and then it goes and turns cold. So no outside time for anyone today... major bummer! So pajama day it is... just a good old lazy day.
15 years ago
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