Darth Vader

Being a Mom when you are sick absolutely sucks. No way around it, it sucks. Being a Mom when you are sick and your husband travels constantly sucks even more. What's incredible is having a 9 year old tell you that you are breathing like Darth Vader and kick into gear to help. He knows all the steps we go through when someone is sick so he got right to it. Ginger-ale, check. 8 million tissues, check. Vick's, check. Favorite blanket, check. Off to bed he sends me offering to watch his brother until Daddy got home.( even though I had to hang up on a friend a few moments earlier because said child was going to attack darling little brother) Luckily Bob's flight was early and he was home by 5:30.
 Now the 6 year old...he's on an entirely different nurturing level. First it was...NO WAY IS MY DUMB BROTHER GOING TO GET ME A SNACK, I ONLY LIKE THE BANANA THE WAY YOU PEEL IT! HE PEELS IT TOO FAST!...Then, Nick being the ever clever child told Parker who happened to lose his first tooth today that if refused kindness the tooth fairy wouldn't come. Parker fell for it and Nick proceeded to set up crafts for them to do with Bob. Nice messy crafts for Daddy-hee, hee, hee! Parker painted a lovely clock for his room and Nick is working on making a solar system model out of paper mache. Now I am going to shut my lap top off, add a fresh layer of Vick's and laugh my ass off watching Bridesmaids again.