Torture

I have strep. Fairly common ailment and incredibly rare to have any long lasting effects. Several of our friends have recently had it. I hope & pray ShortStuff doesn't get it. But seems like there is a line between taking precautions such as not drinking after one another (something we did Monday evening before I knew) and an all out quarantine.

I've spent the past 25 minutes listening to ShortStuff cry for me. Begging me to come help him. Hyde decided he should stay in ShortStuff's room to ensure ShortStuff didn't sneak in to bed with me. It makes me even more miserable & sick than I already was knowing that we would both sleep better if ShortStuff could come in & sleep at my feet. (He refuses to lay with his head on same end as mine.)

Things I needed to hear tonight: I love you. Let me know if you need anything. (Altho to his credit earlier in night he ran to CFA for me & made some cookies. Hyde & ShortStuff ate more of the cookies than I did so not sure who that was really for.)

Anyway I needed some reassurance that he'd take care of me. Instead I got anger, silence &/or the following comments, accompanied intermittently with a 3 year olds screaming.

Don't touch mommy she'll give you sick.
Don't go in mommys room you'll get sick.
Get away from her. Don't hug your mommy.
Do you want him to get strep?
Did you use a fork to get the watermelon out?
Here use the hand sanitizer again before you touch ShortStuff.
Get away from her. NOW! (This one was at 1 am when a little boy just wanted his mommy.)

God please give that little boy a peaceful nights sleep.