Here we go again...

I've read somewhere that God gives his hardest battles to his toughest warriors... Then, with no disrespect for the Lord, and thanking for the vote of trust, I don't think I'm that much of a tough warrior, at least not when it comes to my children.

I'd never get tired of showing support and telling how proud and amazed I am of those parents with sick children, those with a serious illness, I mean, I don't know how they can handle that situation, I with a bit of a fever freak out completely.

One thing I always hated when in my school years was to miss class for being sick, cause in those days missed would always something extraordinary happen, like a celebration or something really key to an exam or something, and it pains me now to see my girl miss school because of a fever, which most likely caught at school anyways. I understand its normal for a 3.5 year old at kindergarten to get sick, even more now that the whole pandemic has messed up our immune systems and almost half of her class has a cough or a fever, but, I still don't know how to handle my kids being sick.

Now I have a 3.5 y/o girl with a fever, which means, as her pediatrician orders, two days in observation with SOS medicine (only If she still has fever) and after that I'd there's no fever, tests and personal examination (I'm not sure if this is standard procedure or pandemic procedure) AND a 1.5 y/o girl TEETHING!!!! I have content absence of my wisdom teeth so I don't know the pain but everyone that has gone through thatched can testify how bad the pain is, so imagine a toddler growing two molars at once... Not fun!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not mad my girls are feeling sick, I'm pissed about not being able to handle it properly... I don't know to channel my frustration of not being able to take away their pain, I get nervous because I don't know when the slightest pain can turn into something else, I'm terrified something serious would happen to them, cause I know that if something happens to one of them I'd die...