I am grateful for sick kids to remind me that I need to be thankful for health and strength.
1 AM I hear the patter of little feet.
"Mom, I still don't feel good."
"Do you need to throw up?"
"I think so."
"Go to the bathroom"
"Okay."
A few minutes and gut wrenching noises later, he says (in an exasperated voice), "Mom, I don't like throwing up anymore."
And I, the sympathetic barfer said, "Me either, son. Me either."
I'm also grateful for Lysol that I sprayed all over the bathroom to kill germs and cover the smell of sickness.
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