February 27, 2009
Good Thing I Cleaned The Toilet
I'm home from the shop. Alec called me and said he had a terrible headhache and so of course I came home to check on him. He was almost writhing witht he pain. Unusual for him. I checked him for a fever, slight, gave him Motrin, got him a blankie, cleaned the toilet....and waitied. About 10 minutes after I was there he loped into the toidy and hurled. I came up behind him with a wet washcloth after he was done and then he gagged and sneezed and coughed and sneezed and both of us got to laughing and I asked "What next? Shit your pants?". We roared at that. I know, we are weird. Anyway, I'm just watching him sleep and waiting. I don't know what for. I always worry when he has a pain. I mean I do with all the kids it's just that with him I always think of when he had those tumors removed from his leg and...I don't know...I always think he has something worse than he does. It's my damn nature. Pathetic. I wish I wasn't this way but I can't help it.