Lying awake in the dark last night, I listened to the laboring hark of my 4 year old. Every 3 minutes she would painfully bark a dry, itchy cough. First I tried slathering Vicks on her chest, back and feet. Coughing every 4 minutes. Then the Children's Cough & Sore Throat Tylenol (which I know is no longer recommended by doctor's whose children are sleeping). Coughing every 4.5 minutes.
"She can't be getting any sleep," John said as the clock struck midnight.
I rose from the comfort of my bed for the 6th time, and headed to the kitchen. I poured a generous spoonful of honey and carefully made my way to the Cough Queen. I even glanced at the liquor cabinet plotting my next move.
"Here, babe, I have some honey for you," I whispered.
She sat bolt upright, and looked me in the eye (no sign of sleeping here), then gulped down the sticky sweet liquid.
And just before she collapsed onto her pillow, she smiled and said, "I thought you said you had some money for me."
"She can't be getting any sleep," John said as the clock struck midnight.
I rose from the comfort of my bed for the 6th time, and headed to the kitchen. I poured a generous spoonful of honey and carefully made my way to the Cough Queen. I even glanced at the liquor cabinet plotting my next move.
"Here, babe, I have some honey for you," I whispered.
She sat bolt upright, and looked me in the eye (no sign of sleeping here), then gulped down the sticky sweet liquid.
And just before she collapsed onto her pillow, she smiled and said, "I thought you said you had some money for me."
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