A Hard Day’s Night

Some days are longer than other days.  Especially days that are preceded by long nights.

Both girls are still sick with colds, and yesterday Susie was diagnosed with a double ear infection.  She hadn’t been pulling at her ears or acting like she was in pain, but she wasn’t her normal peppy self, so I took her to the pediatrician and came home with good ol’ Amoxicillin.  But my biggest concerns for both the girls right now are their coughs.  Becky sounds like she’s been a pack-a-day smoker for fifty years, and Susie gets on these coughing jags where she can’t stop.  Hence the long night last night. 

I really shouldn’t complain.  I’ve had so few nights like that in the last year that I consider myself extremely blessed.  And even when the girls are clingy and tired and their noses are running like faucets, they still melt my heart.  Susie laid in bed with me for a minute this morning  (for literally only a minute – she’s not into laying down anyplace other than her crib), and I gazed into those blue, blue eyes and she grinned at me around her wet thumb.  Later today, Becky was sitting on my lap and Susie requested to come up as well.  I anticipated a revolt on Becky’s part for having to share my lap, but once Susie was sitting beside her, Becky leaned over and planted a slobbery kiss on Susie’s forehead. 

It’s moments like those that get me through the long nights.  And it’s moments like those that reduce me to a softie.  A softie who can’t say no when Susie wants to have Elmo at the dinner table. 

Susie: “Elmo makes everything taste better when you have a cold.”

Becky: “Hey!  Where’s my Elmo?  Oh well.  I still think everything tastes good.”

Those are my girls.  My germy, sticky, amazing little girls.