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When your two and a half year old daughter* is sick with the flu and you've given her cough syrup, Vicks VapoRub**, and enough hugs and "I love you"'s to float a battleship***, there's not much else you can do.
But I'm trying: staying in her room with her, sleeping on her floor wrapped in a comforter, soothing her when she stirs and thinking that I have to be up in three hours so maybe I'll just take Friday off and we can both sleep in and recuperate.
So, anyone else awake out there?
* I suspect this parenting lesson applies to boys as well. Talk to me in about 28 months.
** I'm told that while I was at work, after her mom put her down for a nap, the wee Fiona found her way into the VapoRub to solve her own breathing issues. How rubbing it into her hair and clothes helped, I'm not certain, but there you go.
*** I've no idea of the physics behind floating warships on things other than water (and, admittedly, I know shite all about that), but I have it on good authority that it works. No lie.
