Um, what the hell is this upper respiratory death that is going around? We've all had it and the kids and I can't seem to kick it. Wildman's little nose has run like a faucet for about two weeks, I feel like a truck hit me and am single-handedly supporting the Tylenol Sinus industry, and Supergirl didn't even eat dinner last night she was so tired and run down. Then, about 2 am Wildman woke up and cried and had a hard time going back to sleep. I started singing to him, and I was so tired I was screwing up the words to "You Are My Sunshine".
This can end anytime now.
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- Shelly
- Thirty-gulp-nine year old wife and mother. Though I will talk about my family from time to time, this will not be a mommy blog. Cast of Characters: Rock - husband Supergirl - 13 year old daughter Wildman - 9 year old son Bear - 2 year old son
6 comments:
Yuk! I hope you all are better soon.
Thanks! I'm praying for that or death.
ew, that sounds pretty terrible. i'm so sorry. fingers crossed for a prompt and complete recovery for EVERYONE...
Thanks Alice!
Ooooh, I hope you kick this.... It sucks. My ears are so filled with crappe, I feel like I'm in a tunnel....
I know how you feel, Hot. Mine is all in my throat. I swear, I feel like I'm drowning.
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