My kids have been sick this week- Dude with a rash that is apparently strep throat but has no sore throat or fever (have you ever heard of such a thing?) and Bubba with some disgusting barfing disease.
Thank goodness for Hubs and his government job with a bajillion sick days. He was able to take the boys to the doctor, stay home and clean up barf, and do all the dirty work. I am home today but the boys are all better so I am just hanging out with them while they finish up their quarantine time.
I hate that my kids were sick. I hurt for them especially when I can’t “fix it” or make them better. The work part of this week, though, is that I am questioning my desire for more kids. I have really grown accustomed to and have started to enjoy sleeping all night long with out crying, pooping, barfing, eating or drinking interruptions from the boys.
Will there be more Campbell babies? Not today.