I think that my pediatrician should open a frequent flyer's club. You know, the kind where after so many visits you at least get to sit in the comfy chairs? Or what about caffiene since if you are there, chances are you didn't get a good night's sleep before. Or makeovers, because with a sick kid, who actually gets a chance to put on makeup or even bathe before going? Or a personal steward who can entertain the healthy child you've toted along, because you can't call and ask a friend to watch your healthy, but probably germ-infested child. Or at least chocolate - that fixes everything.
So here I sit, with one sick 4-year-old permanately attached to me and a 10 month old who is just fussy (crossing my fingers it is that monster top row of teeth coming in that is causing said fussiness.) We are all in terrible need of bath, a new house (because I'm pretty sure moving would be easier than defeating the mountain of laudnry that seems to be procreating throughout my house), and some sort of sustanance that takes more than five seconds to create. Oh, and while we're being choosy, mom could use some sleep.
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So sorry Bear is sick. You didn't say what was wrong. If you need me you know I will come help. Maybe I just ran her ragged while she was here this weekend. Sorry, Mom
Sad!! Sorry she's sick and I know what it feels like for you. Not good either. Wish I was there to help! Maybe one day... Good luck!
Aww~poor Bear. I wish I were still in Fayetteville so I could take your healthy children whenever you need help! I don't mind Sydney or Elle germs (which is saying a lot because I usually mind germs).
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