{ helpless }

There are some pretty awful feelings in life.

Walking out of a public restroom with your skirt tucked into your underwear, for example.

Or, you know, seeing your child sick.

Oh, yeah. That's the worst.

Turtle is sick. Blah.

On the plus side, we caught it really early and got him started on his antibiotics. 

On the minus side, it breaks my heart to see him under the weather.

There's just nothing I can do.

He's actually doing ok - he's still eating and he's not terribly lethargic, but every so often, he just wilts on to the couch with Monkey and his thumb and he's so despondent it breaks my heart. 

He was a trooper at the doctor. He told the medical assistant "I'm just a little sick. Can you fix it?"

And then he tried to charm the stethoscope away from Dr. V, with a very sly "I don't have one of those." Wink wink. He was close, but walked off with a tongue depressor and some surgical gloves. Not too bad, I guess. He doesn't get a lot of exam room practice.

We're watching a lot of Disney movies. Ok. I'm not going to lie. We're watching a lot of the Fresh Beat Band's The Wizard of Song featuring Jason Mraz. And eating chocolate pudding. I bought him a new Buzz Lightyear action figure, to help make up for the fact that it sucks being sick.

It made his day.

He just wanted to snuggle and rest on me and that was a-ok by me. 

Hopefully, he's feeling better soon. It breaks my heart to see him down for the count.