Hiiii, we're sick.
A couple of weeks I was cry cry wahhing about mothering when you’re sad, and just briefly mentioned mothering when you’re sick. Well the latter is happening and it’s been fantastic! What day is it? I don’t know! Who cares?! There are half eaten chicken nuggets all over this place!! I am actually on the mend, but Billy is still in the clutches of whatever virus of the week this is. High fever and a crusty, swollen eye.
Perfect for summer weather. Vivi and Billy like to wait till peak summertime before they let their immune system give me the big fuck you, Ma. Last year was the summer of #coxsackiedothraki.
Vivi seems unscathed right now though, and she’s the only one around here with any pep in her step. She had her last day of summer camp which she tells me she LOOOOVES. Before we got out of the car this morning, I said, “Okay we’re here!” To which she replied, “Okay, I have to put my voice away.” Okay, that seems ideal for toddler socialization. Have fun!
Back at the ranch, Billy’s Advil was kicking in and he got a burst of energy. But it didn’t last long, and soon enough we were taking in CNN on the recliner together. Sick time is the only time I can get Bill to lay down with me and/or watch TV.
I slept in his room last night because his temperature was so high that it made me sad to think of him laying in that crib all night by himself feeling so shitty. Tom set up some couch cushions in there, and I went in around 10. I didn’t think I woke him up, and I settled in. Awww this was so nice. Just like the old days when I slept in the recliner in there because he was up every 1 ½ to 2 hours at night and I actually thought I was clinically insane. Yes, those memories! No, this was so much better, but it made me miss those early days when we had that special time together at night. That makes no fucking sense, right?! Those days were fucking terrible! I thought they would never end! But no no no, they were so sweet and fleeting. A tale of two postpartum moms.
Anyway, I was sleeping for a bit when out of nowhere I heard, “KANGAROOOO BOING BOING!” Ughh shit, Billy probably rolled over on one of the books I put in there for him earlier. Then I heard it again, and again, and again. Then Billy started doing one of those baby noises with his tongue that goes “BLLLLLEDUHBUULLLLEDUHBUUUULLEDUH.” Oh he was just up enjoying his own company. It was actually making me L to the O-L. Billy did that a couple times throughout the night, but I would take weird late night toddler party for one over newborn inconsolability any day.
This day has been long, but Vivi has been keeping me lighthearted by calling me Dr. Davis because Billy is sick and I’m taking care of him and apparently only their doctor could handle this kind of high level shit. She's being super helpful for realz though. Like when I say, “Hey Vivi, can you pick up those blocks?” “Oh yeah, Dr. Davis! You just keep giving that boy his medicine, Dr. Davis. I’ll pick everything up Dr. Davis!” Oh she’s still throwing a little regular tude in. Like while Tom and I took in her performance of the alphabet: A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-Kaaaan you be quiet please thanks…L-M-N-O-P….” And she’s also calling Tom, “Thomas” or “Lady Poop” and claiming she’s “King of the North!!” So it’s not all bad. Do you feel bad that you wasted 2 minutes of your life reading this? Get over it! I’m sick! And I love you.