The Longest Stinkin' Month of the Year

It's 17 degrees outside. The snow that was so beautiful at Christmas is crusty, and combined with the gray smog layer hovering over the city, is covering all the color in our little part of the world. I'm starting to really dread January.

It seems like every year we are plagued by that cough that never goes away. Every time it comes on I think "okay! This isn't so bad. They're hardly coughing at all and still sleeping fine at night." Then, three or four days later the real cough hits. You know the one, that horrible barking cough that sounds its alarm every other minute. The one that's always worse at night. The one that no medicine can relieve.

Logan started coughing a little Saturday morning. He was fine the rest of the day and slept fine that night. Sunday afternoon he was coughing a little more, but still slept fine. Monday was the same. Yesterday morning the alarm sounded. Jade left for school at 7:15am to have donuts with dad. I thought, "YES! Maybe I can get a little more sleep before the other two wake up." Of course, it wasn't to be. It was five minutes after the garage closed that Logan started coughing. He didn't stop the entire day. I hoped he'd be so worn out by bedtime that he'd sleep great. That too wasn't to be. The barking, gagging, crying and fever came on after he'd been asleep about an hour. We gave him some cold water, dosed him up on Tylenol and sent him back to bed. He woke up every few hours coughing and still has a fever this morning. So, we'll be spending the next few days at home, hoping to recover and hoping not to pass on the dreaded plague to any other innocent families.