…to deal with a sick child.

He’s just pitiful.

It started Sunday when he woke up with a cough, but he acted fine.

But that night he woke up a couple times coughing.

And Monday he was just a little slug. He just wanted to veg on the couch and watch “trains.”

So I’ve been doing that — watching trains, fetching juice, changing our shirts when he coughs, gags and throws up.

Letting him nap with me on the couch until one of my arms loses all blood circulation and I feel I may die.

Chasing him around with a tissue in an attempt to wipe his nose.

(If you hear screams coming from my house that sound like “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I’m trying to wipe Tom’s nose.)

I hate when my little man is sick.

Hate.

But I love the cuddles.

Fingers crossed he gets better quickly!

I have lots more fun Christmas things I’d like to force him to do experience.