Zzzzz....

I wish I were getting more of them, but with the homework they give in nursing school, you don't get many.

I've been busy the last few days going to bed early to beat this sinus-cold-almost viral thing that's going around my class, but this weekend, I succumbed to stuffed up sinuses, runny noses and the general feeling of not feeling well. No fever, no hives, just as we say in school to use big words that sound important, "general malaise". And, of course, loads and loads of Puffs and Kleenex!

Bubba, however, as most little kids (under 5 or 6) has a constant runny nose, and it's not just from running inside and outside in the cold. Bubba has been lucky enough to inherit my bad sinuses. He gets stuffy at a moment's notice and the nose just runs and runs. Thankfully, the results are not green, which gets Bubba an automatic 24 hour minimum timeout from daycare, since they don't want any sick kids. This is always fun for me when they notice, because I get to drop everything to pick him up in an hour (notice time).

Today, while were were down the street at St. M's, Bubba was a little tired because I gave him some Benadryl before Mass. Not to keep him quiet, mind you, but to aid his little nose (usually it doesn't do much and yes, I have a dose from my pediatrician). Well, he was sedated enough, that he decided to fall asleep in Mass. Most of the older folks in our parish think this is cute. They think all little kids are cute, even when they act up, because they have grandkids, but mainly because the kids are someone else's kids. They smile that "I remember those days and Thank the Lord I'm not you" smile when they see us coming.

Bubba, however, decided to do something new. He snored, a very gutteral and very stuffy, loud snore. His snore was so loud that the older man in front of us just turned around and gave me a "Why is your kid snoring?" look. His companion, an older lady, just looked back and laughed. She told me after Mass that she thought it was someone bigger and had a good laugh when she saw it was really Bubba.

The priest didn't mind anyway. He smiled and still patted Bubba on the head after Mass, anyway.