I am waiting.
Waiting on this thing to get me too.
The Bug took Michael down last night..from 11:30 p.m.-9 a.m. It struck every two hours....
Tonight, it hit Addison.
After I had spent the evening de-Bugging the upstairs, washing all the sheets and comforters and bleaching everything, I had to change ALL of Addison's bedding. Again.
I am hoping that since she is little, the Bug will effect her less.
In the meantime, I wait. For it to pounce. On me.
The only part of this that I have enjoyed is hearing my mother's voice coming out of my mouth as I comfort my child the way my mother comforted me when I was sick. The reassurance that it's all going to be OK and the promise of some coca-cola to get that awful taste out of her mouth. Some things are worth passing on.
Unlike the BUG.
Friday, December 7, 2012
We've also adopted "Jingles" the elf this year. She's a mischievous little thing that one morning was caught with a pair of scissors and a napkins trying to make "snow". Addison scolds her like a little mother when she catches her in a precarious situation. To my amazement, she still hasn't tried to touch her lest her magic go away.
Why can't we keep that magical Christmas view? I envy her little mind and all of it's wonder. My mind is usually more focused on whether or not we've got room on the credit cards for Christmas gifts.
I guess adults do Christmas up big for our kids to ensure that, for that short period of time in their lives, they just believe and wish and dream. That their imaginations run so wild that the wondrous stories spill out of their little mouths, and that there is a place that is solely filled with happiness and love.
Posted by agirlinawhirl at 10:54 AM