Thursday, July 9, 2009

There's something magical about 2 a.m.

That's the hour when my almost adult teenager's voice sounds more like the child when he doesn't feel quite right. (Of course, that's when my diagnosing skills are at their most bizarre as I throw the first 47 diagnostic questions at him. I wouldn't be surprised to hear myself tell him it's just PMS, take an ibuprofen and go back to bed.) Regardless, here we sit. Waiting. Hoping. And trying to pretend that the workday does not start again in just a few hours. Sigh.

5 comments:

Traci said...

Oh no, is he OK? Funny how it always seems like the middle of the night when they are sickest and we are most out of it. Hope he is feeling better!

Karen said...

He seems to be some better during the daylight hours. He finally drifted off to sleep around 4 this morning. I suspect that he's getting a sinus infection or some sort of thing. (I don't know what the middle of the night thing is either. Unless being alone in the dark makes you feel worse.)

Abba's Girl said...

LOL

Traci said...

Yeah, I am glad he is better. My husband had the vomits all day Sunday and I totally emptied my bottle of Lysol in our room. He came out of his Phenergan Fog to slur, "what's that smell?" It's protection dear, that's all :).

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