The flu decided to hit our kiddos over break. First was Kaia on our little getaway to Orlando. Yep, the flu in a hotel. Not where I would choose to deal with the flu but we made it and still had a great time. Thankfully she is such a trooper and hardly complained. A week later on New Year’s Eve Mase came down with it. Same deal. I’ll spare you all the details. You are welcome. We actually had plans (rare for us these days) to attend a family NYE party that we were really looking forward to. Instead it was just the five us, kids in bed by 8, dessert and movie for the Mr. and I and we were in bed by 10. Party animals, I know. But you know what, I loved it. And then Theia wanted her share of the action. She hates to be left out. Round 3 of fever, up all night, the whole 9 yards. I was tempted to get discouraged, tempted to complain. I just didn’t know if I could handle it one more time. But as I was all cuddled up with Theia’s hot little body clinging to me last night as we sat on the bathroom floor I realized there really isn’t anything else I would rather be doing. My little girl needs me, the same as the other two did and I can help them. The days when a cuddle and snuggle is all they want are fewer and fewer as they get older. Especially from my big boy. Daddy is top on the list for him, I’ve dropped a notch for sure. Truth be told I hate to see our kids sick but if I get to sit and snuggle with them then I’ll take it.
These are the days. The messy wrapped up in with good and mushy. Everything else can stop because it is more than worth it. Another day on the couch for us it is! And here’s to praying that Brian and I somehow miss this flu bug because I don’t think anyone is going to cuddle me!