My Boys are Sick

When will it end? When will it ever end? Why does it just seem too hard sometimes? I know it could be much worse I know this in every cell of my body.
Every tired, worn out cell.

Dominic has a cold full blown lost his voice I dont feel well, cant play boys sick. Yeah.
Joseph says he has the chicken pox and needs nose medicine. I give it to him. He says he doesnt feel good and goes to sleep at 7 pm. UGH I can just tell my happy go lucky Joe is not 100 %.

Derek is on wonder drugs and eating everything that is not nailed down. Be well will ya?

And me... there is no time for me to be sick. Just.No.Time. Homework in heaps and piles, sick boys all the time pass it around, buy more juice and meds and comfort food make it better momma. No time.

Party's this weekend all around. I was pissed off. Cant tell you the last time I had fun.
Held my sick boy in my arms and cried to Dixie Chicks. Wouldnt trade it for all the fun in the world but sometimes you just need a release. Happy laughing but sometimes it comes in tears. You take it.
People next door having BIG Halloween party. Lost of cool people dressed up. We sat and watched them pile into the house. Carrying food trays and beer. We can hear the music and the laughing.
Fun happy people. We dont fit the discription right now.

It's time for bed now. I will tell you later about the songs I sing to my sick boys. They each have one. When they are sick or sad they ask for "my song momma" and I sing it. Who will ever do that for him? Just me. Always me. Cant be anyone but me. We can show daddy how to draw the sunshine before school, we can have daddy play hockey and even though he's the better singer, only momma sings it just right. So I am off now to sing to a well (knock wood , knock wood) Derek who's just sleepy.
Good Night.