Barely back in school and already my little man came down with the chicken pox. Seldom have I seen him this timid and dopy. I must admit having him quietly on the couch instead of bouncing around the house is kinda nice for a change. Poor little thing, but well, best if we get this over with now he’s still this young. He’s a real guy about it, too: whiney, fussy, wimpy. (Sorry. Couldn’t resist!)
Things I’m thankful for today are working from home, apple juice, Nickelodeon Jr and fairy tale books. He started with 3 blisters this morning (one right under his eye!) but they’re popping up like mushrooms after a rainstorm now. He’s not picking them yet, so I assume they’re not that itchy at this point. But with this just being the beginning, I guess things will get a lot worse, right? Spotty kid syndrome.
For the mommies among you who have been here, did this and got the t-shirt—all 253654.937387654 of you—any tips on how to combat the scratching and itching?
I’m so getting a “We survived the chicken pox’ bumper sticker after all this is over.