A Little Sun

The weather here in San Diego has been a drag over the last few days. Rainy. Cold. Yuck. I know that things are relative, and where ever you are probably was more cold and/or more rainy, but I pay California taxes for a reason, I want my nice weather. I am a soft, weak person and I can't handle things when the mercury dips below 60.

My response to the cold and rain is exacerbated by the antics of my older child. Daniel is sick. Nothing serious, just a touch of the flu, so he is congested, feverish, achy, you all know the symptoms. Daniel is a terrible sick person. I say that without exaggeration, he is terrible. Ninety-nine percent of the time Daniel is a great kid. Kind hearted, a peace maker, smart, fun loving. When he is sick, yikes, whiny, crying, complaining. Wow. It is put into full focus by how his brother is when he is sick, Sammy roles right through it. Flu?, no problem. Fever?, not too bad. Runny nose?, just find a handy shirt to wipe it on.

Over the weekend I was home alone with Daniel and he was refusing to blow his nose. I don't know why, but he won't blow his nose. He was crying and yelling at me that his nose wouldn't work anymore, it was broken. I told him that it was just plugged and he needed to blow it all out. The response, just more crying and moaning. We haven't had a good nights sleep in three or four days (I have lost track) because Daniel wakes up screaming and crying.

'Help me! Help me! I need to go to the bathroom!'

'Uh, Daniel, why are you yelling, just get out of bed and go.'

'But, I don't want to wake up Sammy!'

At this point I look at Sammy, who is wide awake, of course, because of all the screaming. 'Let's go Daniel.'

This morning it finally happened. Just as the clouds have finally cleared up over San Diego's skies, Daniel finally reached a turning point in his battle with the Black Plague. He got the 'spit-ups', which is what he calls vomit. After helping him through his involuntary examination of his stomach contents, he started feeling better. I am at work right now, but I am hoping, and praying, that when I go home for lunch I will see my normal pleasant little Daniel running around with Sammy protecting their mama from the evil clutches of all the bad guys in the world.

Thankfully it appears that the weather has turned. Too bad it was too late for Suzy and Sammy's trip to Sea World yesterday, but I will leave that story for her...