It's 4 AM and you hear him cry... it's not the usual bad dream... he's in distress.
My poor boy has never thrown up. He's 4 years old now and he's never ever ever had the flu or eaten something that upset his stomach. He's always such a trooper, but he was hysterical last night. Can you imagine? You've never thrown up before and you've never seen anyone else throw up, and you have no clue what's happening.
You clean him up, you clean up his little bed, you get a bowl... you clean yourself up... only to realize that he doesn't know about the whole bowl idea and then you clean up all over again and sit with your little man.
I think I'm lucky in some ways. Beyond my first child's first birthday, my kids haven't set foot in a daycare setting. I also was obsessed with wiping down shopping cart handles. They didn't get sick very often (beyond the wonderful seasonal allergies - which can be extreme). Just snots, sniffles, and the occasional swollen face and goopy eyes.
That said, I joined a gym. I NEED to look after my health and have a few hours a day to myself. The membership includes 2 hours of childcare each day (for each child in your family). I can swim, I can hit the gym, I can take classes (they offer art & music classes too). Now, I've watched the ladies in the childcare room - they clean constantly... wiping surfaces, sanitizing toys... but something always slips through. After our second visit, my baby boy is sick. I suck. But I don't have other options. I need this gym.
On to more reasons why I suck? After the 4 AM incident slipped on to 5 AM... I drifted off to sleep. Only to sleep through my alarm and my husband's alarm. At 7:30, I'm awoken by a frantic husband. He's very late for work and our oldest has no chance of making it to school. There's a chance she's sick too (she ate the same thing at the restaurant last night - school spirit night at a local establishment), but no... she's fine.
I suck. Daycare is a necessary evil and I can't control everything and I will sleep through alarms if I'm overly tired. Again, I suck.
The universe wins this round....
Many served in the Vietnam War - they returned to not see the benefits they were promised, to be shunned, to be tossed aside and forgotten. Many are suffering today. Many need your help. Many have new health problems they never dreamed about... that their tour of duty, although they returned alive, would still end up killing them.
Yup, I'm talking about exposure to Agent Orange.
My father is one of them. Sure, he has hearing loss and some PTSD, but Parkinson's disease... wow. He was diagnosed in his early 60's. It progressed quickly. It took YEARS to get the help and benefits he needed from the VA... That said, the benefits will NEVER EVER make up for the pain and suffering and loss... that his own country poisoned him and sentenced him to a horrible death.
There are many more like him. Many with Parkinson's. Many with Cancer. Many with other neurological diseases that will take their lives from them.
My friend's husband is also suffering and he wanted something to to help raise awareness. Nothing existed. She took it upon herself to make decals for her husband and she shared the design with some family and friends... I was beyond thrilled. Please support Lynn, as she made these available for everyone. Please support the Vets who are suffering.
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