Late Sunday night I finally jumped: I bought tickets to visit my family in Iowa.
Just me. And my son. And my daughter.
I’m slightly terrified.
Monday dawned like any other: chaotic.
We shuffled off to the gym – I was fifteen minutes late for my class.
Forty-five minutes of Zumba and a hot shower later, I picked up my kids from the child care.
“Your daughter’s been coughing a bit. Once it was more bark-like – like a croup cough.”
A string of unbloggable curse words raced through my mind at this news. “She was fine this morning.”
As the day wore one, her temperature rose along with the crankiness and the return of The Cough.
A harsh, deep, barking cough.
The type of cough capable of forcing all who hear it to cringe as we remember the raw pain such a cough gouged in our throats.
My poor Lil Diva.
I turned to magic.
Parental Magic Trick #1
With a wave of my enchanted technology and a press of the “Play” button it appeared.
The Movie Treat.
This is the miraculous motion picture capable of enthralling your otherwise pissed off, cranky, over tired, feverish, and certain-to-go-into-a-hacking fit if you let them run around child(ren).
For us, The Movie is currently our newest: Tangled.
Lil Diva loves it. The Tackler is a fan after the initial viewing – the first scared him as we experienced the “I don’t like suspense and not knowing what is going to happen” syndrome.
Now, he knows it and loves it – except for anything where Rapunzel’s hair turns brown (both at the beginning and the end).
Lil Diva has also joined the zombie ranks and will sit through almost the entire movie, compared to her previous fifteen minute window of stupification.
Yes, I’m happy about this. I don’t let them watch movies often, but in times of illness, it is HELL to entertain a 19 month old who cannot do the things she loves without hacking. Texas decided to have a heat wave with record temperatures so even a solitary walk to the park is out of the question.
So Monday? Tangled in the afternoon.
Tuesday? After an hour of comforting her every ten minutes from coughing until she refused to try to nap again? Tangled.
Two hours into bedtime on Tuesday, and one coughing attack so far*. Who knows how many more requiring assistance left?
Did I mention I’m running on only five hours of sleep, partially thanks to her coughs performing as a 6 AM alarm clock on Tuesday?
Yeah, I need to get this tired Mommy booty to bed.
I’m supposed to get my hair cut on Friday, but this could royally mess with the appointment and the friend I have lined up to watch the kiddos.
On the positive side, with Lil Diva sick (and likely to infect her brother, depending on what it is), hopefully we can be healed by our trip to Iowa.
Because whatever she has will make us immune to all other forms of sickness.