Ah, the days of freezepops, cannons, tomatoes, Betsy's garage, sunshine, Jeff's garden wall, marigolds, and sunflowers. I wasn't even thinking ahead to the day I would be writing a letter to Tamiflu. No - it isn't a girl with a bad name. It is that wonderful medication that, when taken within the first 48 hours, stops the flu virus from replicating.
Thank you for quite possibly saving Aidan's life or at least a hospitalization. Thank you for stopping the H1N1 virus from replicating. Thank you for easing my worries. However, you have been a bit rude of a houseguest. Let me point these things out for you before I throw away your last pill with Aidan's pediatrician's permission.
- My dear sweet boy has been a bundle of confusion. He says conflicting things and they are hugely important. No - I want the pillows in my blanket tent. But I want them on the couch, too. But DON"T TAKE THEM OUT OF THE TENT! Signal BAWL.
- My bundle of joy woke up at 3 AM to tell me about the three scary dreams he had. He then proceeded to talk a mile a minute in complete gibberish. I sent him to the bathroom, tucked him in and all was better. For him, at least.
- My hunny bunny has been a mouthy terror. He sasses back in the most clever of ways. Some are even unprintable. When I asked him why he wasn't getting ready for his bath for the umteenth time yesterday, he said, "because I don't WANT to. How about that?"
- My little sunshine has struggled through depressing thoughts such as "my whole family hates me" (not true!), "i'm a bad boy" (mostly not true!), and "the cats hate me" (only one - and even he has been worried about Aidan).
While I appreciate what you have done for us, please forgive me for saying that I hope to never see you again.
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