the call of the pathetic
From the room with the tv, I hear a plaintive plea,
“Mooooommyyyyyy! I neeeeeed yooooooou! I got booooogerrrrrrrs!”
Just in time for the boys to be out of the house for a week, Toots has contracted an epic cold. She has amazing projectile snot powers. It’s been ten years since I’ve had a toddler full of mucus, and I had forgotten what a surprising amount of volume and velocity those little bodies can mani-infest.
So not much time for blogging or nary else. I must cuddle, coddle a limp little swollen eyed one and have plenty of tissues at hand. Amazingly, she only raises a very slight temperature in the evening, so I can hold off on the doctor unless what is still coming out clear, if goopy, starts to grow colorful in the yellow to green spectrum.
Happy parenting! Someday I will edit those last thirty flipping pages.