down for the count

It's been a rough couple of weeks over here.

Stomach bugs, croup, sniffly noses. On one kid it's fine, but add in two more,

and the parents, and we are just a big sack of sorries.

It's the one drawback to my favorite season. School starts and the germs seem to grow exponentially. 

I usually roll with it fairly well, but I got taken down yesterday. It was like a 24 hour sucker punch. The good news (for me) is that my husband has the week off, so I could recoup without sticking the littles in front of the television for 8 straight hours. 

There were some sweet moments, too. 

Lute came to my side four or five times and quietly said, 

"Mama, is there anything I can do for  you?" or

"I'll pray you get better, ok?" and

"Mama, I'm sorry you don't feel well."

My compassionate little four year old; he made my day a little brighter.

As evening came, I felt more like myself and sat down with the boys while they ate dinner.

Lute looked at me with a smile and said, 

"Are you better now?"

"I think so, buddy."

"Ok, so you're not gonna throw up on me or anything?"

Compassion and a little self-concern. 

Can't blame him, I guess. :)