Welcome to the Petri Dish

Welcome to the Petri Dish. AKA, my house. {And fair warning, you should stop reading here if bodily fluids gross you out.}

Everyone warned me that when Henry started preschool, the germs would soon follow. I mentally prepared myself for some sniffles or maybe even a cold come wintertime. But on the second day? Seriously?

Yeppers. My little man is sick.  As in I'm up to my eyeballs in snot, boogers, and 4 poopy diapers by lunch kind of sick. And don't even get me started on the whining.


 

I feel so sorry for him. His little body is already out of whack from getting up early for school. All I want to do is baby him and snuggle while he stays in his pj's and watches Olivia reruns all day. But I can't.

You guessed it. Poor baby girl is sick too.  Her very first cold. The first of many I'm sure, but it still breaks my heart. When they are this little they can't tell you what hurts. All I can do is offer her half of my lap and some saline drops.

And so tonight, while they are both snoring in their cribs {lord willing, they will both actually sleep tonight} I will be drinking some medicine of my own.  The kind that comes in the extra large bottle.