Now I know

What could possibly make me long for the last couple of nights, when the baby woke up between three and seven times a night, where I was rocking him to sleep two or three times in a row, only to end up jiggling him to sleep on my arm when I give up in frustration? What could make me think that those were the nights when I had it good?

How about six solid hours of an almost-five year old barfing every 20 minutes? Yep, that would do it.

Of course, the baby slept through the whole thing. Dust molecules moving over the Mojave Desert disturb him, but six hours of relentless dry heaves in the next room don’t merit so much as ripple his slumber.

Sigh. At least the five year old seems better this morning. Wanna lay bets on what’s in store for the almost seven-year old or his beleaguered parents? I really, really don’t want this virus.

(This is not the sleep deprivation post. This is the “Hey we just finished a barfy virus three weeks ago, it’s not our turn again already!” post. Once I finish sanitizing five loads of laundry, I might get back around to the sleep-dep post. Consider yourself whined warned.)

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