The River Runneth

Poor little Q. He is so sick. His nose looks like the Nile River, or at least what I imagine the Nile looking like if gallons of radioactive pollution were to be poured into it (though I understand that it is not the cleanest river to begin with, but whatever). That's right, we have The Yellow Snot. In the parenting world, there are a few red flags of knowing when your kid is "really" sick. Flag 1 is The High Fever. Usually you can tell that this is present without using a thermometer. Flag 2 is The Bleary Eyes. You look at them and know by that glazed look that something is just not right. And Flag 3 is, of course, The Yellow Snot. Flag 3 is my least favorite. The High Fever requires Motrin, and even though it is a little scary when their little bodies are so hot, they are usually so miserable that they just pass out on the couch. Ditto for The Bleary Eyes. A few days of Dora should get you through those. But The Yellow Snot is just the worst. For one thing, it requires a LOT of wiping. And wiping. And blowing. And wiping. But unfortunately, The Yellow Snot does not seem to substantially slow them down. So what could just be a puddle of lemon-sherbert-snot on your couch instead ends up being a sort of a snot-snail-trail throughout the house. I see it glistening on the wall, sliming up the pilows, and dripping down the handrail. It is everywhere, including covering every square inch of Quinn's face. And this is all despite the fact that I have wiped his nose a billion times. Including just now, but since I didn't have a tissue handy at the keyboard, I just used the parental tissue standby -- my sleeve. So my navy sweatshirt sleeve is now green (yellow plus blue makes green). At least now it matches the other sleeve.

There are a few other factors that seem to always go with one of the boys being sick:
1. The other boy is sick, too. Check.
2. I am sick, too. Check.
3. My husband is out of town. Check.


The good news is that it is the weekend, so at least we don't have anything that we have to do. Our only required outing was to go get milk last night. So I think we are set. A few days of "rest" and a few boxes of tissue and we should be fine.