Sunshin3

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Old boy’s coughs could be heard, from the ground to the clouds.
His shirts and towels were cleaned and washed with care;
In hopes that the bacteria lurking within would soon be dead.

Old boy was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of medication danced in his head.
And sunshin3 in her knickers and GAP
Had just settled her brains for a long winter’s nap.

Now you know why I suck at literature.

Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day was spent nursing Old boy who fell sick unexpectedly. The poor boy was coughing and wheezing so much and with the fever coming on and off, it really didn’t help the situation. It was uncomfortable for us both because he didn’t want to have ventilation in the room so that he could sweat it out and boy did he sweat.

I have never washed and dried so many rounds of clothes over the past three days. Thank God I bought the dryer.

No matter how independent Old boy is, taking care of him can be quite tiring too and I fell asleep while watching football with him.

But the sweet one didn’t complain;
And bundled me with a blanket instead.
He covered me with kisses and switched on the fan;
And “Good night, sweet dreams,” was the last i think he said.