The cruds.

Puke.

I smell like puke. My mother called last night, a night she had said she would watch Logan for us to inform me that he was running a fever, his eyes were pussy and he just over and all didnt look nor feel good.

Great.

We ended up taking him to the doctors this morning. Expecting to have pink eye. After all, his eye did in fact look quite pink. But as we sat there waiting, and listening we were quite shocked to find that it wasn't the expected. But instead, the flu. Now they couldn't say if it was H1N1 or the regular flu because apparently the test to do so aren't as reliable as they would like. Which leads me to think, why do they even say they have a test for the damn thing. Instead they just say they have the flu, or like symptoms. Give the kid some tamiflu just in case and tell us to stay away from the public for the next several days.

So much for the vaccinations he received a couple of weeks ago.

This isn't necessarily the first time the little man has been sick. But it surely has been the worst. Prior to this. Well it has consisted of a few colds, and a few fevers. But never has it been the down right sort of crud nasty that this is. And just like any mother, I ache for the little guy. And there isn't anything I can really do which makes me feel that much worse. Because as a mom, I am supposed to be able to take care of anything and everything for him. Though I know there are some things, out of my control.

Girls who will surely break his heart.
Not landing a dream job.


The flu.

Oh the things I get to look forward to..
This my friends is only the beginning.

I best get used to it.