It's that nebulizer.
For four days now I've been doling out the treatments to Bean--- saving up for when she needs it most and is coughing and wheezing and generally sounding like a broken accordian.
The biggest problem is that she won't suck on the tube.
And she certainly isn't putting on the mask.
Even if it looks like a jaunty smiling fish.
So I do what I do.
I sit her on my lap with a pile of books nearby.
And I hold the nebulizer mouth thingy as close to her own mouth and nose as possible.
Hoping that the misty drug juice will sneak into her system.
But what happens is,
it also sneaks into mine.
let me just say
I'm simultaneously wired
But my child?
Have a wonderful weekend, mah peeps.
Wish me good restful sleep when my husband comes home this evening.
...and maybe some other stuff.
I miss that guy.