Me: "Well, stop. She's almost over it."
Hub: "My head hurts and my ears won't pop."
Me: "Take some medicine."
Hub: "We don't have any."
Me: "Start with DayQuil, Benadryl and water." (hands it to him)
Hub (in shock): "I thought our vast store of medicine was baby only."
Me: "That's because we're great parents but terrible patients. Take the damn medicine."
Hub: "Says the woman who tries to fix all her illnesses with fizzy water."
Toddler Flails-a-lot is up to FIVE medications in the morning and two at night. She gets sick every six weeks to varying degrees of intensity. In the winter, we get sick too. You'd think we'd learn to care for ourselves as well as we care for her.
Children make you parents, they don't make you sensible.
After almost three years, we're starting to turn that boat of self-care around. After all, we need to get our shit together before she's old enough to notice and call us out. I already know I'm going to have a giant swear jar, don't want a unhealthy jar, too.
|Good morning! Are you healthy yet?|
Vintage illustration posted by katinthecupboard on flickr, another of my favorite vintage image hoarder. Book: “Adventures in the Open”, by Nina Wilcox Putnam and Norman Jacobsen. Illustrated by Katharine Sturges Dodge. 1918.
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