As anyone who knows me can tell you, I know a thing or two about love. I ought to anyway, I've been in enough relationships and should have learned enough lessons to write a book! I know what not do to, not that I always remember "ta not to" as Mater would say (yes, folks, I officially have kids. I'm quoting "Cars". sigh). Especially having 2 failed engagements and 1 failed marriage prior to this currently in process and seemingly (so far so good) successful marriage. You'd think, right?
Well, insert something that sounds so cliche (cuz it is) here...NONE of it meant anything until I had kids. Especially when one of them gets hurt or sick. And with boys even more-so when they're sick, (because they are ALWAYS getting hurt).
Little Man had a temperature of 101 for a couple days and was just out of sorts. Very whiny and needing lots of snuggles (yeah, that part didn't suck) which is unusual for him. I couldn't believe how sick to my stomach I was and how often I "had" to go check on him while he was sleeping. Even felt his belly (more than once) to make sure he was still breathing. I didn't even do that when he was an infant! I'm sure all the Swine Flu scariness of the last year didn't help but mostly I just felt so helpless and just hoped that we were the lucky one's. You know, the lucky one's that things are always just simple little colds or viruses...not any of the other REALLY bad stuff.
Yeah, I didn't know JACK about love until now.
P.S. He's feeling better now :)
