Well, it has certainly been a rough day for Rolan and his momma and by day I mean starting at midnight and lasting to this point. I think the proper description is "sucks," as in this bullshit sucks.
We've both ran fever, we've both thrown up. And, on top of all that, I had a deadline to complete perhaps the biggest project I've ever gotten myself into. As you know, I often foolishly believe that I can conquer challenges I'm clearly not nearly equipped to tackle. And, as it is, I faced one of those today, this miserable day filled to the rim with fever and vomit.
Now, one of the things I love most about my darling Rolan is the gusto manner in which he just keeps it real. In fact, Rowdy and I have recently nicknamed him Maverick. I look forward to explaining the origin of that nickname to some girlfriend of his as she tilts her head like a dog does when he looks at his nutty owner.
In keeping with his mavericky keeping-it-real lifestyle, Rolan spent the better part of the day protesting his head-to-toe misery. He flopped on the ground and cried. He sprawled out on my body and moaned. When his temperature would rise, he would stomp his feet and pound his fists.
Truthfully, his innocent way of declaring through body language, "Hey Mom, this is total bullshit," kinda made me feel better, too. The only thing worse than when your kids are sick, a utter heartbreak for mommas and daddies, is when you have the good fortune of being sick with them.
Rolan's feeling better now, so much so that he's yipping with each welcomed bite of yogurt, the first food he's eaten all day. So, here's to hoping Halloween is full of tricks and treats.