Well...I am tired. I have 3 boys (13,10 and 9). All C's. My youngest C is sick. He has been for 3 days now. I love him and I know he feels rotten but I am ready for him to be well again. He just has a fever and a really bad cough. He hasn't wanted to eat a lot either ( that is odd for him). I finally talked him into drinking a chocolate milkshake. That was a mistake. Tonight while the others had gone out to eat I suggested he get a bath in my bath tub. I thought it would make him feel better to stretch out and relax in a big tub with lots of bubbles. ( It would make me feel better!) So C takes a long bath. While he is in the bath I didn't want to leave him alone so I decided I would do what I used to do when the boys were little and ...clean the bathroom. I cleaned the toilet, mopped the floor, put out new clean bathroom rugs. It was time for C to get out. I noticed when he stood up he looked kind of pale and stumbled I grabbed him to keep him from falling...about that time C hurled all over me, the bathroom floor, the new clean bathroom rugs and then on to the toilet. I felt so bad for him and he kept apologozing but at that moment I felt bad for myself. I got him in the shower this time and dressed in pj's and then I set out for my second clean. The phone rang...it was J. She just had to tell me about this cool "Life is Good" tshirt. I had to tell her that at the moment ...life was not good!!!
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