Both Mama and Abbey are sick, sick, sick. Abbey's been having a hard time sleeping because of the gurgle going on deep inside her nasal passages. Mama had the same cold -- aches, pains, head like a marshmallow, etc. I can only imagine how uncomfortable it was for the little kid.
Lately she's been up at 4am, unable to sleep any longer. Mama's not getting up -- she's sick. Granma's not getting up either. Who does that leave?
The cat. (He's DEFINATLY not getting up! In fact, he sleeps when she's up and gets up when she sleeps. Bastard.)
TJ. Yep. Up an' attem! I used to think hearing 'Reverie' at 4am would be my worst nightmare (sorry all you military folk reading this!). Kid crying at 4am takes the cake.
But despite my cranky and somewhat cynical rant, Abbey's been a trooper through it all. She's absorbing information like a sponge, she's playful, and actually cultivating a silly side. I think the whole thing has brought the family closer this holiday. Of course, I'd still prefer we were all healthy, but when life gives you lemons...
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