Life is So Noisy
Life is so noisy. What I think I really mean is life is so busy, but saying it's noisy sums up more of the overall feeling to life right now. It is a pounding, reverberating headache that ceases to alleviate. It's 1 o'clock Saturday morning, and I had finally dozed into a dream when I heard the cry of my son, Leo. Instantly, I knew the cry. It was the cry for help, he had gotten sick. For a split second I squeezed my eyes shut hoping his cry would fade away, so I could enter back into the dream that still loomed in my head. But instead, I quickly shot out of bed, grabbed the trash can from the bathroom, just in time for his first rounds. Poor kid. Earlier, he had fallen asleep on the couch with a low fever and I had hoped that that would be all it mounted to. Again, poor kid. The thing about sickness is, once one person gets it it is a matter of time before the rest of the crew catches it too. Leo is the 4th to last to get this. Now it's looming when Luke will come down...