Happy Smucking Halloween

I typically Love Halloween. It's one of my fave holidays Ever. But on this day, I am not in love.

Let me share our costumes...

Little Kiss will be a jacked up baby on steroids and amoxicillian - carrying around his nebulizer. Yes. Last night he couldn't breathe and Mr. took him to the emergency room. At 2.30 am. He was x-rayed and nebbed there, diagnosed with "cold induced asthma" and - oh - an ear infection to boot! So he will be high on drugs, and we hope he crashes and gets some sleep.

Mr. Kiss will be Super Dad. He is home today with my little baby...He is running on barely any sleep and is administering meds, taking Lil to the pedi for a follow up appt and - no lie - keeping a smile on. He is deserves a cape.

Big Kiss will be Mr. Incredible later - his actual costume, mask and all. Underneath the fake puffy muscles, he will be a whining little bitch...that child has been at his worst the past 2 days. And I say he will get to wear it "later" because they would not allow costumes in school (fucking joke - every kid is under 4...let them play dress up for a god damn day) And of course, that is assuming either of his parents has the energy to walk his ass around the block later.

And me? Well, I will be sporting the lovely costume consisting of baggy eyes and a red nose (from no sleep and crying), glasses (contacts are the devil right now), and toss on my own Cape...of Guilt. I made the decision to stay w/ Big Kiss this morning and not accompany my baby to the ER. Why? Because I needed to be somewhat functional today - I have a shitton of work that must be done today. A shitton. And I hate that I need to work at times like these. Not that it helped any, I was awake with worry most of the night anyway.

So here I sit, Guilty Working Mom - waiting on news from Super Dad that my child is sleeping...