Man Cold

So for the past two weeks, Tyler has been feeling pretty poorly. We've tried a bunch of different products from cough drops and cold medicine, to soups and home remedies.

Nothing seemed to help much. Last night he woke me up in the middle of the night telling me he couldn't sleep and he was going to Wal-Mart to hopefully find a miracle product:

And I guess it worked, because I work up early this morning to find him passed out on the couch. Apparently he didn't even have the energy to make it upstairs. He groggily agreed that maybe it was finally time to go to Urgent Care, and then he proceeded to take another dose of the drowsy-medicine because it "works better." So he went back to sleep... for another 6 hours.

I enjoyed my leisurely morning by watching copious amounts of TLC shows on Netflix. Around noon, I decided to try to feed him something a little more substantial than crackers and chicken broth. I thought a little comfort food was in order, so I whipped up a "gourmet" meal of tomato soup and grilled cheese.

He woke up enough to eat, and his only comment about my thoughtful gesture was that his "mom makes it differently." If he weren't sick, he would have gotten a smack to the back of his head. But he was off the couch, which was a step in the right direction. I told him to get dressed and I would take him to get checked out. He gave me puppy dog eyes and asked if maybe he could just take a little nap first?

So that's how we got to 2pm on a Saturday, and I have done pretty much nothing all day. To be honest, it's been kind of wonderful, but I wish Tyler were feeling a little better. I guess I'll just have to take care of my sleeping beauty for a few more days.