Tales from the Dark Side...

.... or: Day 4 of Hand/Mouth/Foot crud.

Thank you all for your nice comments and words of encouragement. I remember my mom saying several times when I was a child, "I wish I could be sick for you." Now I know what she meant.

In researching Hand/Mouth/Foot disease, I learned we should not confuse it with Mad Cow Disease, which only affects animals. I wonder if there are any reported cases of Mad Mama Disease? :o)

Adam's still very much under the weather and my hubby and I are riding out the storm together. Adam cannot go back to daycare until all of his little blisters are completely gone, which could take up to ten days. That has turned my boss on her head, as she doesn't know what to do without me. So she calls me, and asks me things that I can't help her with because I'm not at my office. And she tells me things like the mini washer in her hotel suite fell off the counter and crushed the ironing board and didn't even stop running. That made me laugh so hard it even got Adam laughing.

I tried to counter with stories of forced feedings of Tylenol and Benadryl, huge piles of laundry, and sleep in 30 minute intervals. She was not amused.

Hubby said it best: Our weekend could be summed up in one word: mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama... you get the idea.

These are the days of tested patience. I beg for patience as I carry my 22 pound son around nearly all night and all day. (Sometimes a boy just has to have his mama). I pray for patience and faith that he will get better soon and not suffer. It's hard when they can't say what hurts. I am forever grateful for my warm and caring husband. He's my mindnight and 3am hero.

And I'm so thankful for all of you - my blogging friends. It's nice to know someone else has been there, too.

Thanks to Karolee... a little bloggy goodness at the exact moment I needed it.

I'll leave you with a little humor. I was laying with Adam in our bed Saturday evening trying to get him to sleep. He never sleeps with us during the night, but sometimes in the evening I prop myself up in our bed when the rocking chair in his room gets too uncomfortable. He was watching the ceiling fan (which he calls a bubble).

Fast, Mama!
We've been working on "opposites" so I said Fast and.....
Slow!

Wow! I was impressed. He always gets this one because it's in a book we read daily:
Old and.....
New!

I tested him some more and found it joyfully funny the way he answered. He was getting an "opposite" word...just not the right one:

Down and....
In!

Out and....
Near!

Far and...
Down!

Big and....
Up!

Sick or well, rested or tired... I waited my whole life for this. Thank you all for blessing my socks off (and on!)