That Makes 2 of Us

And now... we are both sick.

I was headed to bed last night a little past 11:00 when C came into the hall and said "Mom, I just can't lay down anymore the pressure in my head is killing me." The poor kid was coughing so hard and was so tired. I was contemplating taking him to the ER if he couldn't catch his breath but in the end I ended up staying up until about 3:00 with him watching movies in the den. I propped him up in the easy chair and gave him some more medicine but nothing seemed to help. Eventually around three we were both so tired and achy that we dragged ourselves upstairs and into bed. But C woke up at 5:00 and has been a zombie ever since.

We had to go out to CVS, which is .4 miles from the house, to buy more medicine. We had nothing left for coughs and only berry flavored cold medicine. C hates that kind to the point of hysterics if he has to take it. Grape is a must. We decided around 9 to head out. It took us until 12 to leave. Three hours for one shower, one person getting dressed, one person looking for shoes, and two people to actaully move. At one point C and I were in a pile on my bed with the dog and I just looked at him and said "we're pathetic" and he replies "tell me about it, I think this is what they call 'feeling like shit'." He used air quotes when saying the latter.

Not sure where this fascination with the word shit has come from. He knows it is a swear but yet saying it in a funny way and then just looks at me and waits for the cracked smile. I cannot help it, it was too funny this time.

Also, just as a side note. C wore a GI Joe / Snake Eyes costume to CVS. He also managed a bath last night and we never did brush his hair, so that was pretty wild. Alright, I am signing off for the day, I have a date to eat cough drops, use up two boxes of tissues and watch Transformers, Scooby-Doo, and Spy Kids 2 with the cutest little guy ever.