I’ve written about how working in customer service as a youth (and adult) has given me a high tolerance for chaos, and let me tell you few things are as chaotic as watching two sick kids while you yourself are sick and your sick wife is at work.
The baby had a low grade fever. Her temperature is fine now, but still not herself. My son, on the other hand, is over what knocked him out last weekend . . . except for that cough. Now, if the baby gets that cough, it’s hospital city for us. So what have I done?
I’ve basically kept the two of them in separate rooms. And I’ve had to bounce between them.
So far so good. My son gets frustrated because he loves his sister. I get frustrated because it feels like I’m ignoring my son, and can only hang out with him when the baby is asleep. But it beats having the baby catch the whooping cough or something.
What I’ve learned is that:
- Things are temporary.
- Kids are good at not taking things personally, and they understand much more than we think they do.
- The human body can handle things far beyond what we think it’s capable of. You just have to push yourself . . . because you have no choice.
- When you’re sick, nothing tastes the same. Even water tastes disgusting.
With luck, I’ll be back to posting regular stuff about not being sick very soon. Thanks for your patience!
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