"Thomas" and the nebulizer

*cough, cough*  "Can I have a breathing treatment...and watch 'Thomas'?"

Grant having his breathing treatment this morning at 5:20

This, my friends, is how my day has started at 5:15 the past two days.  I am not sure if it is the coughing fits (trust me, this is not a little cough, but a hacking up the lungs, belly, intestines, etc. cough) or the promise of watching "Thomas" that wakes up my little boy so stinkin' early in the morning.  I do sympathize.  As an asthmatic, I have had my fair share of coughing and breathing issues, but 5:15 is so early! 

Do I sound whiny?  Because I feel sort of whiny!

It struck me on Sunday morning (when I was awakened at 4:45 because of a different boy's nightmare) that parenthood is the ultimate test of selflessness!  This morning I so badly wanted to start the treatment and go back to bed just like Sunday I so badly wanted to pat Jack's head after praying that he would have good dreams and roll over and fall back asleep.  I decided to be a good mom and stay up with the boys, in case you were wondering.  I am still waiting on my reward.

So now I am debating whether or not to call the doctor to check out Grant...and I must admit that the prospect of another too early morning is weighing into my decision.  Is there something he can give to Mr. Sickie to help him sleep later in addition to curing his cough?  If so, THAT is what I want!  If we have a rerun of the past two mornings tomorrow morning, Mom of the Year I may not be--maybe I can let Ryan be Dad of the Year instead!  Yeah, that sounds more like it.