Sick

Last night Connor was sick. That is when I feel the most helpless. The poor boy was in such pain. His stomach was cramping long before he was sick and long after he was sick. The only thing that seemed to help was a warm flax bag on his stomach. That at least calmed him down enough to sleep. Lee is such a great help in time such as these as I am a sympathetic puker. I am very thankful for such a man. Lee handled the clean up and I handled the child. My next fear was that Connor would be sick in the night. That is always worse, but lucky for us he slept through the night.

The next morning at 7:00am, Connor ran into my bedroom and exclaimed, "Mommy, I am all better!" Well, I am glad the he feels better, but today was a holiday for the kids, MLK Jr. Day, and that is supposed to mean I get to sleep in late. However, in this house the children have their schedules mixed up. They are up early every Saturday, Sunday, holiday, vacation, and summer break, but they are never up when it is a school day. I guess the only reason I object to them getting up early is that I have never been a morning person. I have always preferred to stay up late and sleep in late. Even now, it is 10:11pm as I am writing. I know it is wise council to be just the opposite, as the old saying goes: Early to bed and early to rise make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Perhaps I should go to bed... I could use a little extra wealth right now!