KayTar has croup. She started sounding a bit husky while we were camping, but we thought it was just her being allergic to nature, like her mum. Once we got home, the huskiness morphed into coughing spells, but nothing too serious. It was the "a-hem, a-hem" type coughing so no worries. Tuesday night it evolved into the "BARK! wheeze. BARK! wheeze. BARK! VOMIT!" type cough, so I took her to the pediatrician. Croup it is. She wasn't feverish yesterday, but she is today. I had a busy weekend of playdates planned, one for BubTar on Friday, then over the weekend I was supposed to have one with Amy, and one with Julie and Jenny, too. Jenny's Hailey is very ill, moreso than KayTar, so I think between the two of them, we'll be canceling the playdate. Amy has a little baby, so we are keeping our croupiness to ourselves for sure. Does she HAVE to get sick when I have so much promising adult conversation on the horizon? It can be rescheduled, but this weekend was going to be pretty amazing. Imagine, children entertaining each other, grown ups discussing things other than the WonderPets latest rescue. Instead it will be spent steaming KayTar's lungs in the bathroom for 30 minutes at a time, cuddling on the sofa, and pushing fluids. Not too bad...especially the cuddles.
Speaking of the WonderPets, BubTar would like to know why they "always end so happy? Why can't they have a sad ending, just one time? I'm so BORED of happy endings." Boredom is the disease of being five, I think.
I made some important life-type decisions last night, but I don't feel like blogging them yet...especially because my words refuse to work as a team. I will soon, though.
Oh, and it is raining here. Just a bit.
I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully with more to say and the ability to actually express it. For now, I need to turn off my machine before a power surge does it for me. ;)
Plus, a couple little cuddlers are waiting for me.