Oh man. I am SO ill. And the worst part? I thought the worst of this was OVER, but at about, oh, three PM, I got sicker. And Sicker AND SICKER!

And? The littlest one is ill as well. He has no fever, but his nose is raw and bloody from his snot, his lips are dry and cracked from breathing through the mouth and he has a pencil eraser sized blister on the side of his toungue! Poor little guy.

After going into his room for the fourth time to lay with him and calm him down, I told hubs that if he is still up when we go to bed, he will be coming with us to bed. I gave the boy some Tylenol, it didn’t seem to be working, he cried twice more after I gave it to him, but now, I think he is asleep, so maybe it DID work!

Now I am struggling with whether to leave him in bed for the night or carry him to mine for the night. I’m a very heavy sleeper, and I worry that he will cry in the night and I won’t here him.

Nights are the worst part, for me, when it comes to being a mother. I worry about them becuase I am not there to keep and eye on them.