Sleeping on the floor of Chloe’s room from 4:30am until 7:30am with her asleep on top of me periodically coughing into my ear isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be.
‘Tis the season.
We are on our 16th round of colds this season already and Winter doesn’t even start until next week. Just when one girl gets over it, the other one starts in. Yes yes, the more they get exposed now, the better it will be later. I don’t know about you but I think I’d rather have 1 or 2 colds a year rather than 100 or 200 colds this year and none 5 years from now.
So last night the coughing was reasonable until 4:00am. She’d cough a little here and a little there but it got to be [COUGH] just enough that just as you [COUGH] were falling back asleep, [COUGH]. So now I’m awake, for real. My wife is awake. Julianna is sound asleep so that’s good. Chloe is coughing like she’s gonna win some world record, but still she isn’t complaining.
What to do?
I could let her cough it out after all, its just a cold. It isn’t a [COUGH] croop type of thing (we did that earlier this season). Of course, she’ll probably get a sore throat and [COUGH] not actually sleep well will make for a crazy next day so I guess I’ll go warm up some milk, put a little honey in it, and see if that [COUGH] helps. I know I’m not going back to sleep but maybe I can get her more comfortable.
Into her room I go, she immediately falls asleep on me in the chair. Great. Everyone back to sleep, except [COUGH] me. Once I started losing feeling in my legs, I decided to move to the floor. She doesn’t care.
3 hours later, watching the paint grow, she pops her head up and with a big smile: “Daddy, wake up!”
Really [COUGH] great.