Maybe Tomorrow

I hate it when my kids are sick, and little man is definitely sick. Jackson has had a fever since last night that Motrin can’t quite kick. He hasn’t felt like doing anything but lay on the couch and drink water. He slept with us last night, and it was like sleeping with a squirmy little heater. I’m sure we’ll be at the Doctor’s office first thing tomorrow. The only good thing about a little fever is it makes my kids want to cuddle with me for hours. There’s nothing sweeter. I’d still give up the extra hugs just to have them up, running around, and feeling good. Maybe tomorrow.