Don't Blame This Sleeping Satellite

"I blame you for the moonlit sky
and the dream that died
with the eagles' flight

I blame you for the moonlit nights
when I wonder why
are the seas still dry?

Don't blame this sleeping satellite..."

- Tasmin Archer, Sleeping Satellite

Thankful Notes:

• Friday -- Thankful for my Mom, her birthday, and her birthday treat. But most especially, thankful for my mom.

• The weekend -- Saturday and Sunday were a blur. The daughter was sick, and had on-off fever since Friday afternoon. Up to now, she's still sick.
  
  "Mommy, may sakit ako," she whispers so sadly. Her voice is also gone. She has had cough and fevers, and sometimes a runny nose. We had a check-up with the doctor today, and she just gave meds for fever, allergies and cough. Apparently, the cause is suspected to be viral. But her fever does have to go down by Wednesday, or else a blood count will need to be done. She probably caught the virus in school, since nobody in the house is sick. Yet. B asked his mom to have "tawas" done though, and there were a lot of "shapes". Na-matanda daw. Ewan. Basta, sana gumaling na sya.
  
  The thankful note -- she started to eat a regular meal again. Matamlay pa rin, pero at least by Sunday she ate lunch and dinner.

• Monday -- Spent the whole day with the daughter. By dinner time, sabi ni daughter: "Nasaan na si daddy?" She wouldn't eat dinner or drink her medicine until daddy's home. Naku po. She also didn't want to drink her fever medicine, which is really important because she has had the fever for almost 3 days already.
  
  "Sobrang tamis!" she complains. Wow, nag complain na matamis! But practically all kiddie medicines are sweet!
  
  "Susuka ako dyan eh," she cries. That won't happen, we (the yaya and I) tell her. Eventually she relents and drinks the pink concoction. And two seconds later...she pukes. O.M.G.
  
  Thankful for: Quality time with Zoe. The yaya for cleaning up the puke. Hehe. Daddy B. for doing nightwatch...and our cool comfy bed.