It's official. Darius has a serious case of croup. My always healthy kid sounds like he has an iron lung. Doc says that after a series of steriod breathing treatments, he'll be a good as new. I don't like the "steriod" part of that sentence, so we've decided to wait it out and use homeopathic remedies before we go down the steriod route. Besides, I had him all ready to compete in the 2008 Olympics and now his chances will be ruined if he takes those doping drugs.
Seriously, what this means is that my week is shot. A really important work week. A week that I really can't afford to shift fully into mom-mode and leave work at the door. Which really comes down to one thing: N and I are playing tag-team. He has D this morning. I got into the office at 7am. I am meeting N at his work at 12:30 where he will make the switch from caregiver to worker bee (and I'll do the same but visa versa). We are lucky that tomorrow we have alternative arrangements (aka Grandpa). So I can put in a full day at the office.
Since we were all together yesterday, we decided to hop over to Passport Office to get D's passport (we have a trip to Cabo in our future). Did you know that both parents have to be present to get a passport for a child under the age of 16? Pain in the ass. Especially since the office is only open from 9-3 Monday through Friday. Not exactly family friendly hours. But after our trip to the doc and with a sick child in tow, the passport office seemed like the next logical stop in our Wacky Wednesday tour. We had heard rumors that the lines in this place could be hours long. So we walked in with the expectation that we would immediately walk out because the line would be too torturous for a three year old with a wicked case of croup to handle.
And we did immediately walk out. But not because the line was too long. Because NO ONE was in line. N pulled a ticket and that number was already on the "Now Serving" sign. Sweet. I'm thinking that since no one in our house had more than 4 hours sleep, it was God's way of saying "See, I'm not a total bastard." I said a little prayer of thanks right there in that Passport office.
So D should be back to normal in less than a week and we get to go to Cabo in December. Life isn't so bad. Now if only all this work stuff could just get done on its own so I can take a nap.
