of my children being sick.
Last week Josh and Shari were throwing up. Can I just say that I don't do well with vomit? I think I handled it pretty well though--even when Josh threw up on me and down my shirt. I was at least relieved it wasn't all over my carpet. I clean up a lot easier. (Does this mean I'm a little too materialistic?)
Yesterday I took Rachel to the doctor. She was having a hard time breathing. She has the croup. She got a breathing treatment and some oral steroids. You could see her starting to feel better. What sweet relief! We had to stay at the doctor's for over an hour after the treatment. One of the times the nurse came in to check on us, Rachel said, "My mouth is feeling better!" Thank heavens!
Now I have a sore throat. All I can say is . . . as long as it isn't vomit, I can handle anything.
