Tales from the sick bed

Not my sick bed, Child 2's sick bed. Apparently I'm not going to be making any money this week. He has a cold, but for his whole life whenever he's gotten sick he's gotten croup, that barking, scary-as-hell cough kids get where their windpipes get swollen and you panic when you hear it. We've been to the ER with croup before. This time, though, he's just really stuffy and has a cough that hurts him. A minute ago, though, he coughed and it sounded horrible and I asked him if he was okay and he said "Yeah, I'm okay; no worries." He's 5.

Here's the thing about hanging out with a sick Child 2, though: This kid is super clingy when he's feeling fine; when he's sick, I'm not going anywhere. I'm serious, my ass fell asleep 3 hours ago. I'm stuck here underneath him while he watches his stories and prevents me from moving. And hubs is working until midnight, if we're lucky. I've got somebody picking up Child 1 from school but there's no end in sight.

On another note, last night we're all in our respective beds and we hear crying coming from Child 2's room. We call for him and he appears tearfully in the doorway saying "I drew on my legs and now I'm afraid you're going to be mad at me." We said that he shouldn't draw on his legs but that we weren't mad and in the morning we would clean it up. I snapped this picture before that happened, though, because his artistic talent simply cannot be denied. I'm pretty sure he's drawn a map that will lead you to actual treasure.

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