Owen has now thrown up again. I knew he was sick today when I ran errands with Lily and the boys. He was pale and wan and quiet and not hungry and a very, very good boy who neither complained much nor demanded much.
And Lily's just called to say he's thrown up.
I think back on Gibson's last week. The fever, the fussiness. The diarrhea. I thought it was molars. It sure might have been whatever Owen has now.
Okay. Well. That's just the way it is. The boy is sick, there is another illness going around.
I feel like we've been trapped in some sort of evil curse. Owen was never sick once in the first two years of his life. Boy, those days are gone forever.
Look. I know that there's a whole lot going on in the world beyond me and my immediate family. I just can't seem to pull myself out of the hole far enough to observe and talk about them. I apologize for being a completely self-absorbed blogger. I'll try to do better.
Someday. Soon. Really.
When we've all quit puking and throwing our hips out of joint and our mothers quit dying. Etc.