My Single Mom Life

Mark is sick with something.
He's been coughing most of the day, been home from school for presidents day, so I've been listening to him bark all day long.

He came to me a few minutes ago and said "Mom, I think I'm wicked sick."
He held up his shaggy long hair, and I felt his forehead.
You could cook something on that head of his.
So I busted out the Tylenol, gave him two tabs, and will give him a shot of Nyquil so he can sleep tonight.
He will probably not be going to school tomorrow.

When Mark is sick, he's really sick.
Been like that since he was a baby, he got pneumonia when he was 9 months old, had to be rushed to the hospital and oh man, the tubes and wires they started placing on my little baby, I was terrified.
He very rarely gets sick, but when he does, that's it, he's down for the count.
If his fever gets too bad, I'll be taking him to the docs.
So far though, it's just a fever with a cough. He's not nauseous or achy, just a cough and hot to the touch.
I'll be making him take a shower in a little bit, to help bring the fever down a bit, or at least cool him off.

But whatever it is he has, I don't want it.
I spend enough of my own time fighting off illnesses and other crap.
There will be no mommy kiss goodnight tonight, that's for sure.
Of course, when he's sick, that's when he wants mommy hugs and kisses.
When he's healthy, he's a typical 16 year old boy who hates being loved on by his mommy. hahaha