I sat in the driver seat of my car, keys in the ignition bur not turned over, for a long while crying. Crying until my eyes were dried and sore. My throat throbbed more than before, all that crying really didn't do me much good.
I threw back the horse pill I was given, why? Why did they have to make these pills so large? I winced, chugging water to try and ease the pain of swallowing the large pill with an aching throat. How ironic.
Mason began winning in the back seat. That was a fussy, "I'm hungry feed me now"kind of cry. I reached back to him, grabbing his bike from the diaper bag and popping it in his mouth. He took it without another fuss, but I knew it was only a temporary fix.
"Ugh, poor baby." I thought to myself. I hopped he or the other kids didn't get this stupid strep, b
