When a little person gets sick, it is so hard to get information about what hurts.
Fiesty Boy’s latest is that he is “heartsick”. Each time he tells me about it, he holds his pained belly.
Not only are moms of chronically ill kids needing to be transportation, Julie the Cruise Director, family managers, accounts payable, account receivable (that doesn’t take long), master communicators, bullies, photographers, scrapbookers, expert cleaning ladies, safety monitors and cooks we are also expected to be medical intuitives.
Heartsick. Great observation. Perhaps he will be a writer someday.