I haven't heard kids screaming this loud since a Justin Bieber concert!

Lord, deliver me from Netflix and its' Spiderman and Spongebob episodes I have had for the past five days.  I have had not one, but TWO sick kiddo's for five straight days now.


This is the time when I, as a parent, use the television as a hypnotist.  I try to encourage Cashie to at least watch educational shows like Sesame Street or Caillou or something.  But his preference is for that annoying nasally Spongebob and dopey friend Patrick, or a Spiderman cartoon that influences him to shoot me with a web every time I walk past him, or Phineous and Ferb and their terrible theme song.  I try to do dishes or vacuum but than I remember that it's time for a Motrin dose for one child and/or a breathing treatment for the other and so things just keep piling up.  And by the time there's a break of me playing Doctor, all I want to do is lie down and close my eyes for maybe just 10 minutes.  But then there's the shrieking sound of "MOMMMM .... I NEED ...." And it's back to business.


And the baby ... well ... he has been diagnosed with RSV.  And yes, I feel terrible for him.  I mean my goodness, he sounds like a little old man with Emphysema.  But all he does right now is sleep during the day and then at night keeps me up until 2 am hacking and coughing and spitting up snot.  There's not much I can do for him other then keep using the booger sucker and gag every time I hear it go, "slurrrrrrrp". 


I think God is testing me.  Just making sure I can handle this.  And guess what, God?  I CAN!!  I may be a walking zombie, look like death, and have no idea what I went in the other room for ... but by golly I am a survivor!


I feel so bad for these little guys and if I could take their sickness away, I would in heartbeat.  But I can say one thing ... it does mean I get a little extra cuddle time with my babies and I'm not going to complain about that :)