Help.
I’m being held hostage by my two children.
First one is sick and I take time off work on Friday to look after him. By Friday night he’s recovering nicely and the medicine is doing it’s part to improve his disposition.
Alas, as he gets better, his big sister comes down with the same affliction. She’s up half the night and comes to my bed to toss and turn and moan. I’d give her some drugs but she’s not a medicine taker. That’s alright, I figure. We can survive this. In 24 hours she’ll be better and that’ll be that. Besides, it’s cold and rainy outside. Perfect Saturday to be sick and on the couch.
But the moaning and the sighing and pittious face with the ever rising frequency and volume of more sighing… it’s making me crazy. The only relief is that she falls asleep for 30 minutes every couple of hours or so.
But now it’s Sunday and she’s still moaning and whining and there is no fever or outward symptoms of anything but a slightly stuffy nose. She’s not hungry so I know she’s not well but it’s going on 72 hours that I’ve been trapped inside with these two.
There’s a littany of “I’m booooored…” please coming from my son punctuated by a stuccatto of long suffering sighs from my daughter.
I’ve had with these two. I can take no more! I’ve done laundry and tidying and organizing and scrubbing just to keep busy. I’ve even cleaned the toaster tray. I need fresh air. I need to see people and the sky.
If that kid doesn’t take some medicine so we can at least go out for 30 minutes, I’m liable to do something we’ll all regret.
Gah, if only they weren’t so damned cute…