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I woke up to a trashcan next to the bed and a roll of tissue paper with tissue near the trashcan and some actually making it in. Jory. Crap, was he sick?

I wake him up, time to get dress, and he is dragging.

“Mommy, I don’t feel good. My nose keeps running.

” He does look sort of like death warmed over. Please God don’t let him get sick.

Before we walked out the door, I gave him some cough and cold medicine. I decided since he wasn’t feeling well, I needed him to rest and recuperate at daycare so no schoolwork. I dropped him off with his favorite Mickey to lie on as a pillow.

Fast forward hours- - “How did Jory do today?” I asked his daycare provider.

“He was fine. His nose ran some, but he was fine.”

He was fine?!?! The boy who couldn’t do his chores cause he was so sick. Who wanted Vick’s vapor rub on. That boy was fine. I had been had. He totally played me.



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