Here it is 10 a.m. and I'm still in my PJs...Not because I'm sick, that was last week. Now it's poor Willie. He came down with a fever Sunday, followed by congestion, runny nose, etc. For the past 3 days, we've been relegated to the couch together. By this morning, I didn't even bother getting dressed. He woke up at 3:23 a.m. today, screaming, cranky. And he's been up ever since, though in a semi hypnotized sick state. I had grand plans of catching up on work this week... Now I've accepted (this is a hard thing for me) that when your child gets sick, you can pretty much forget about anything else. Are readers of the newspaper really going to care if I don't write yet another story about the Cooperative School Board this week? some might. But in the long run, that's not really part of the big picture.
So it's back to the couch to hold my little boy and wipe his runny nose as we make our way through another day of cartoons. There's nothing quite like the feeling when he turns to me upon waking up, smiles briefly and says "MAMA" before wiping his runny nose on my shirt.. again. And I'm really getting into the deep plot of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Sesame Street.