Not meaning to feel sorry for myself, but, BUT, Parker is sick. Again.
He's been running a high fever for the past three days and up all night for the past two. I am a gurgling mess of pudding. Literally, i am leaving slug trails of drool behind me. i am so tired it's funny. No really funny. I'm drunk on it and have the giggles. Plus, i'm freezing.
Last night when Parker had been up for hours begging "please, please, please mom. more booby." I decided to try and get him to take some medicine. He's a tough kid because he has this super-hero strong gag reflex. When we went to the school campout he literally vomited every time we walked by the outhouses. He also gags and throws up when i change his diaper. Funny guy! Not really.
So, last night i am trying to reason with my feverish two year old;
me: "come on Parker take the medicine."
him: "hate medicine!"
me: "If you don't we'll have to do the up the bum medicine."
him: "hate THAT medicine!"
me: "i know. Come on baby mommy is sooo tired. Please."
him: "hate medicine."
me: "OK. Booby then?"
him: "Hate Booby!"
Oh how i wish i could've held him to that.
This morning we went out to get some new medicine to try and while at the store we picked him up a little pair of mitts. Weird kid he that he is, he loves them. No hate there. He's sleeping with them on right now.