My fab nursing abilities apparently come with an expiration date…..
day 1: Oh, poor BAYYYYBY! Come to mommy! *hugs*
day 2: Still feeling bad? (hm, missing summer preschool morning session…oh well) Here, sit on my lap! Have a popsicle!
day 3: Hot forehead AGAIN?! Now, where’d I put that thermometer? Look, Daddy’s home from his trip! Yay! (Gotta go to the store, Hon! Be back….in AUGUST, sucka.)
day 4: PULLLEEEZE don’t be hot. Crap. (If meds make the fever go down, you could still go to today’s preschool summer session, right?) You’re hungry? The kitchen is STILL over there, Kid.
day 5: Kid, don’t you WANT to be healthy? No, you can’t sit on my lap. Stop touching me! Don’t breathe on me! No, I don’t want to play OLD MAID, AGAIN. It’s 9am: where’s that NIGHTTIME cold medicine….?
day 6: How you qualify for a medically-induced coma? You know, just to ride it out.
For her. Or me.
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Remember those eggs in the nest?
That mama clearly has more patience:
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