When do they bathe? If they're here on Friday and leave on Sunday, did they shower Friday morning? Will they shower Sunday night? It's been two months. Sixty-Six days to be exact. A persistent cough still lingers. The near midnight bedtime. The junk food snacks. Fruit alternatives it says on the box. They ask for fruit, Less expensive. Comes with it's own wrapper. A happy meal and the cough persists. Every other week, but then those weekday nights. The change of schedule. Cute pants. A princess dress. Crying. Knocks on the door. Walking in without awaiting confirmation. It's allowed, their children. The odd sense that "NO!" isn't so much a command, but an affirmation of attention. Discipline threatened, but never doled out. Is it their place? The cough persist. No "nightmares" this evening. 6:40AM and the first one is awake, but how. How has this child managed to recharge with seven hours of sleep. No nap will take place. Fruit Loops, Pop Tarts, Nuggets, Pudding, Pizza and Fries. At two and four, supersizing was foreign to me. I was 41 when I first tasted Cap'n Crunch. The cough persists. So common, I wonder if the taller folks notice. Come to think of it. It's nine and a half weeks and they're still coughing too. In my adult lifetime, I don't believe I've been sick for nine weeks. This is constant. The cat looks at me, confused by my concerns. I adore children, but only when I can make a difference. What does that say about me? Self righteous or caring?
The cough persists. He's two.
The cough persists. He's two.
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