When your sensory kid has that perfect mix of sick but not too sick (like a strong cold) it is totally normal to say a silent thank you to the Universe for the relaxed day ahead. But just for a minute. Don't be an asshat and do a cheer or anything insensitive like that. Just enjoy that minute where you realize that today there will be no counter climbing, bathroom monkeying, bodies smeared in bbq sauce, attempts to launch his sister through the air or entire house obstacle course.
Instead my Baby Knievel is replaced by a lil lovey bear snuggle muffin.
So today will be filled with reading books, snacking, snuggling, an extra bath, Pingu and more snuggles. I mean, none of us want our kids to be sick, but the truth is they will be. It's a part of life, man. Part of growing up. And I'd be a lying buttsnorkel if I said that for one minute each time Mr. Pants gets sick I actually throw out a What What! and look forward to the closeness with him. Because it's actually more like two or three minutes that I feel that way. Or ten. It might be ten minutes. But definitely no more than twenty. I swear. I think.
Instead my Baby Knievel is replaced by a lil lovey bear snuggle muffin.
So today will be filled with reading books, snacking, snuggling, an extra bath, Pingu and more snuggles. I mean, none of us want our kids to be sick, but the truth is they will be. It's a part of life, man. Part of growing up. And I'd be a lying buttsnorkel if I said that for one minute each time Mr. Pants gets sick I actually throw out a What What! and look forward to the closeness with him. Because it's actually more like two or three minutes that I feel that way. Or ten. It might be ten minutes. But definitely no more than twenty. I swear. I think.
Sweetest lil sickie baby ever.
