sipping sanity away

The other night my son’s malaise conveniently coincided with apparent late-breaking news. As I stumbled from my middle-of-the-night daze (awoken by my child’s hoarse plea for help) and began going through The Mother’s Autopilot Setting of dispensing Tylenol, getting cold water, checking the forehead and slurring a word or two of comfort to my feverish and cranky five-year old, I realized something was amiss.I lay with my son, cuddled and crunched in his Lightning McQueen bed, trying to lull him back to sleep when I realized there was another very loud noise I was not accustomed to hearing at 2 o’clock in the morning. It was a persistent buzz, like a mosquito that zeros in on your left eardrum and won’t give in no matter how many futile swats you give. Only this was a very, very …Read on