Croup Again and other yucks

Well, the cold front has come in and my little girl has croup again. Apparently, she has this to look forward to every time she gets sick until she is around 5 or 6. I try to make my kids as comfortable as possible when they are sick. I think I make it too much fun because they often try to say they are sick to get all the fun stuff. They get to make confetti, watch mommy make silly faces to make the medicine go down better, watch all their favorite movies, eat lots of citrus fruit (ok they get this even when they are not sick), a special favorite cup for drinks, and favorite foods because I need them to eat a little. I do these to help give them some comfort to allow them to sleep and help ease all the discomfort illnesses bring.
Sometimes, I wish I could be sick because those are the few days I get a break. I get to lie in bed, have meals brought, and sleep. Then I begin to think of how much I miss alone in this room. My little angel is realizing it when she hears her brother and cousin play in the other room. She wants to play so bad, but can't because she is contagious while she has a fever. Hopefully, it passes soon. Ironically, her brother is jealous because he wants to be the one in the room watching movies, coloring, making confetti, etc. He forgets that he is often feeling really bad when we are doing these things. And he yearns to be out playing with them when he is in the room.

It is pretty much human nature isn't it. We see someone else doing something we think is so great. We forget how much work it takes to get to that point or how much may be given up to have so much, but we want to be there without all the labor. We've come to a point that we all want instant gratification and do not show gratitude for what we already have. I find myself doing that many times and have to keep myself in check. I have so much to be thankful for and I know I still have many desires, but the trials and tribulations that I must go through to get my heart's desire make it so much more worthwhile. Don't get me wrong, there are days I want to scream and say, " how much longer do I have to suffer?" I even began to think I can't go any further and it is just hopeless, but then I have to step back;have faith and know there is a plan. It is greater than anything I could imagine and that if I persevere, I'll see something wonderful.

So, sitting in the sick room is boring.There are little joys here and there with colorful confetti, but soon I want to be out there with everyone else. Sharing in the big joys. And when I am ready, I'll have a blast.