Sick Koopa

Just in time for Christmas, and to wrap-up a truly crummy few days, Robby woke up sick yesterday. He crawled out of his bunk bed white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf in the wind. After rummaging through every drawer in the house to find the thermometer, I was able to confirm the obvious. My little Koopa was sick.  

He was wary about climbing back up into his bunk, so I tucked him into my bed and quarantined the room from Timmy. The rest of the morning was spent trying to keep Timmy away from his brother while still trying to sneak back to check on Koopa. I was relieved when Scott was able to come home from work a little early so that I could take my sick kiddo to the doctor. Being sick is miserable, but feeling ill at Christmas time is especially yucky.

With Robby medicated and resting, we hope that he feels better in a day or two. In the meantime, I'll be continuing the dance between checking on him and keeping Timmy at bay. I know that Timmy just wants to help, but sometimes his efforts lend chaos instead of assistance.