'alo? Is it Tuesday yet?
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threadwalkerWhat a wretched weekend. Followed by a fabulous Monday wherein I was diagnosed with Strept Throat, Nicholas was diagnosed with Strept throat, Evie's vomitting had ceased, but she was prescribed with anti-biotics just cuz she was in close contact with 2 carriers...
But it's all good. Monday mostly made up for it.
I went to bed Friday night with a scratchy feeling in my throat. Now I know that it was the beginning of Strept. Of course, Friday night I was mentally cursing the co-worker who'd complained of a flu, but I guess I owe him 10 positive thoughts for every mental grumble I sent since he was not part of my vector.
Saturday: me = sick. The family was rocked, shocked and flabbergasted. Mommy never gets sick. Seriously, I get sick so rarely, they all forget. I have to jot it down here so I can pull up dates and remind them that I do so get sick. I like to be unconscious when I'm sick; it seems to speed recovery and I can't possibly wallow in misery since I'm asleep. The crew managed to leave me in silence once I got out of the shower and announced that (1) I still felt like crap and (2) the cartoons needed to be turned off and the beloved family needed to go away so I could sleep in silence in my sanctum of darkness. Which they all scrambled to do post haste.
I was lucid enough to notice that they really didn't function well without me. None of the chores got done (gasp of surprise). I don't think they had lunch. I know I ended up passing out bananas on one of my forays into the family room. I slept a lot. I took lots of Nyquill. At one point I noticed that Nicholas voice sounded funny - the sort of "I'm talking around swollen tonsils which means I'm gettin strept throat" sound. I pointed this out and went back to my nest. We all stayed home and missed movie night; probably best since no one would have thanked us for the case of strept.
Book comment: I finished reading "Blood Bound", which seems a less-porno knock off of Anita Blake. Interesting twists on interpretation of super-natural creatures. I like the "less-porno" part, but I think Laurel Hamilton is a better writer. bummer.
Then... My muse struck and summoned from my nest of darkness. I sprang out of bed at 2 am, took a swig of Nyquil from my hip-flask (j/k- I leave it in the bottle) and zipped out to the shed. I woke from my sick-coma with a vision in my head. I'd been wanting to make something particular for A&S and had essentially run out of time since I couldn't figure out how to swing it.
At 6am I had a huge chunk of it done. That was also when the haggard-looking husband tapped on the shed window to tell me our 3yr old angel had been vomitting since 4am. She'd been cleaned up, he'd dealt with most of the mess, including the bedding (tho one pillow is destined for the trash), and he'd only had 2 hrs of sleep. The underlying message was "would I please come in and help?"
The muse grumped, but I did not.
My angel continued to puke until 4pm. Everything that went in came right back out 30 minutes later. She was pretty unhappy and complained constantly that she was thristy. At some point it became "not gross" and just mildly interesting. "Oh, you're throwing up again? Ok, let's keep your hair out of it." and "did that just come out of your nose, too? Ick. Here, let mommy clean you up." We were both kind of dull to it - no dramatics, no tears, no yipping or hollering. Just her announcing she was going to throw up and me holding her hair and helping her stay upright over the towel. What a trooper.
Anyway, if she didn't keep her liquids down enough to pee by bed time, I was contemplating dragging her over the ER for an IV. Well,.... I was contemplating letting her father know that he was taking her to the ER since a waiting room of sick/injured certainly didn't need to be exposed to ME and my death-bug. Fortunately, she started keeping 7-Up down at 4:30. And I managed the situation from there based on years of experience and medical coaching. hooo-ya.
And then it was Monday. Where the fuck did my weekend go? Grump!
But Monday has been pretty good all-around.
Illness Summary: the whole family is on anti-biotics, but we should all be non-contagious by tomorrow morning. N and I are the only official sick ones, but there's all sorts of family exposure and we've had strept several times in the last 6 months, time to squash it all the way.
Why Monday was Grand:
Based on the weekend sick-a-palooza and vomit-fest, the kids were not going to school. However, they were not going to have a day of lolling in front of the TV either. There was 45 minutes of Transformers as I got my butt in motion in the morning, but that was it.
When I woke up I could barely swallow and breathing was painful. I called work to say I was staying home sick and could barely leave the message. That always makes me feel guilty. I never got a call back from my doctor in response to my "Help, I'm sick, can I come in today?" That's probably the only downer of the day.
We got squeezed in at the kids' doctors' office early. And "I'm a lucky duck" cuz the pediatrian who was checking out the kids was willing to do a throat culture on me and wangled prescribing me anti-biotics. Yay! I love kids' doctors! They freaking rock.
Then I purged the garage of baby-gorp (*foot note - anyone need baby stuff?), the kids folded and put away laundry, we ran errands, I dropped stuff off at Thrift store, did a bit of grocery shopping, took kids to pool for a bit over an hour (beautiful day out), went to the speicalist for pre-op for Nicholas (tonsil-adnoid surgery in August), back to home where I _finally_ made chili verde recipe (needs salt, but very zippy), the kids had a picnic dinner outside and they chose their food (chicken strips, watermelon, grapes), we painted a picture together, we did "homework" (mommy-enforced phonics so that N is ready for 1st grade; N blew me away with his math skills and E rocked me with her counting and ABCs... freaking WOW!!!), they had ice cream cones while I cleaned up dinner, then we piled into N's bed for story: The Steadfast Tin Soldier. (I actually cried at one point. I'm such a softie.)
Mommy-hood rocks. Mommy-hood when I'm feeling good rocks more better.
*I have a highchair that collapses/folds up. I have a couple of baby booster seats with tray and seat-belts; one is pretty good and the other is older and I wouldn't use it for a baby, but as a booster for a toddler, I think it's fine. I have a Hex yard thing - plastic segments that snap together to enclose your kid or small pet. We have 6-10 segments; great for tourney use or to protected the home electronics from kids/small dogs. we have I new-ish umbrella stroller; I don't think it's ever been used, but it may have been used 2x at the mall. I have a porta-crib - folds up - great for tourney use. I want to get rid of these asap and feel terrible that I'll have to send them to land fill. Goodwill/Thrift will NOT take them; legal issues. The consignment store was too snooty. if it's gear and it looks worn, they won't touch it; they also insist that I make an appointment. I hates them, I do.
If you want it, let me know. I'll even bring stuff to A&S to keep it out of landfill.
But it's all good. Monday mostly made up for it.
I went to bed Friday night with a scratchy feeling in my throat. Now I know that it was the beginning of Strept. Of course, Friday night I was mentally cursing the co-worker who'd complained of a flu, but I guess I owe him 10 positive thoughts for every mental grumble I sent since he was not part of my vector.
Saturday: me = sick. The family was rocked, shocked and flabbergasted. Mommy never gets sick. Seriously, I get sick so rarely, they all forget. I have to jot it down here so I can pull up dates and remind them that I do so get sick. I like to be unconscious when I'm sick; it seems to speed recovery and I can't possibly wallow in misery since I'm asleep. The crew managed to leave me in silence once I got out of the shower and announced that (1) I still felt like crap and (2) the cartoons needed to be turned off and the beloved family needed to go away so I could sleep in silence in my sanctum of darkness. Which they all scrambled to do post haste.
I was lucid enough to notice that they really didn't function well without me. None of the chores got done (gasp of surprise). I don't think they had lunch. I know I ended up passing out bananas on one of my forays into the family room. I slept a lot. I took lots of Nyquill. At one point I noticed that Nicholas voice sounded funny - the sort of "I'm talking around swollen tonsils which means I'm gettin strept throat" sound. I pointed this out and went back to my nest. We all stayed home and missed movie night; probably best since no one would have thanked us for the case of strept.
Book comment: I finished reading "Blood Bound", which seems a less-porno knock off of Anita Blake. Interesting twists on interpretation of super-natural creatures. I like the "less-porno" part, but I think Laurel Hamilton is a better writer. bummer.
Then... My muse struck and summoned from my nest of darkness. I sprang out of bed at 2 am, took a swig of Nyquil from my hip-flask (j/k- I leave it in the bottle) and zipped out to the shed. I woke from my sick-coma with a vision in my head. I'd been wanting to make something particular for A&S and had essentially run out of time since I couldn't figure out how to swing it.
At 6am I had a huge chunk of it done. That was also when the haggard-looking husband tapped on the shed window to tell me our 3yr old angel had been vomitting since 4am. She'd been cleaned up, he'd dealt with most of the mess, including the bedding (tho one pillow is destined for the trash), and he'd only had 2 hrs of sleep. The underlying message was "would I please come in and help?"
The muse grumped, but I did not.
My angel continued to puke until 4pm. Everything that went in came right back out 30 minutes later. She was pretty unhappy and complained constantly that she was thristy. At some point it became "not gross" and just mildly interesting. "Oh, you're throwing up again? Ok, let's keep your hair out of it." and "did that just come out of your nose, too? Ick. Here, let mommy clean you up." We were both kind of dull to it - no dramatics, no tears, no yipping or hollering. Just her announcing she was going to throw up and me holding her hair and helping her stay upright over the towel. What a trooper.
Anyway, if she didn't keep her liquids down enough to pee by bed time, I was contemplating dragging her over the ER for an IV. Well,.... I was contemplating letting her father know that he was taking her to the ER since a waiting room of sick/injured certainly didn't need to be exposed to ME and my death-bug. Fortunately, she started keeping 7-Up down at 4:30. And I managed the situation from there based on years of experience and medical coaching. hooo-ya.
And then it was Monday. Where the fuck did my weekend go? Grump!
But Monday has been pretty good all-around.
Illness Summary: the whole family is on anti-biotics, but we should all be non-contagious by tomorrow morning. N and I are the only official sick ones, but there's all sorts of family exposure and we've had strept several times in the last 6 months, time to squash it all the way.
Why Monday was Grand:
Based on the weekend sick-a-palooza and vomit-fest, the kids were not going to school. However, they were not going to have a day of lolling in front of the TV either. There was 45 minutes of Transformers as I got my butt in motion in the morning, but that was it.
When I woke up I could barely swallow and breathing was painful. I called work to say I was staying home sick and could barely leave the message. That always makes me feel guilty. I never got a call back from my doctor in response to my "Help, I'm sick, can I come in today?" That's probably the only downer of the day.
We got squeezed in at the kids' doctors' office early. And "I'm a lucky duck" cuz the pediatrian who was checking out the kids was willing to do a throat culture on me and wangled prescribing me anti-biotics. Yay! I love kids' doctors! They freaking rock.
Then I purged the garage of baby-gorp (*foot note - anyone need baby stuff?), the kids folded and put away laundry, we ran errands, I dropped stuff off at Thrift store, did a bit of grocery shopping, took kids to pool for a bit over an hour (beautiful day out), went to the speicalist for pre-op for Nicholas (tonsil-adnoid surgery in August), back to home where I _finally_ made chili verde recipe (needs salt, but very zippy), the kids had a picnic dinner outside and they chose their food (chicken strips, watermelon, grapes), we painted a picture together, we did "homework" (mommy-enforced phonics so that N is ready for 1st grade; N blew me away with his math skills and E rocked me with her counting and ABCs... freaking WOW!!!), they had ice cream cones while I cleaned up dinner, then we piled into N's bed for story: The Steadfast Tin Soldier. (I actually cried at one point. I'm such a softie.)
Mommy-hood rocks. Mommy-hood when I'm feeling good rocks more better.
*I have a highchair that collapses/folds up. I have a couple of baby booster seats with tray and seat-belts; one is pretty good and the other is older and I wouldn't use it for a baby, but as a booster for a toddler, I think it's fine. I have a Hex yard thing - plastic segments that snap together to enclose your kid or small pet. We have 6-10 segments; great for tourney use or to protected the home electronics from kids/small dogs. we have I new-ish umbrella stroller; I don't think it's ever been used, but it may have been used 2x at the mall. I have a porta-crib - folds up - great for tourney use. I want to get rid of these asap and feel terrible that I'll have to send them to land fill. Goodwill/Thrift will NOT take them; legal issues. The consignment store was too snooty. if it's gear and it looks worn, they won't touch it; they also insist that I make an appointment. I hates them, I do.
If you want it, let me know. I'll even bring stuff to A&S to keep it out of landfill.
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Date: 2007-07-24 06:42 am (UTC)Julie might be interested in the porta-crib -- do you have the dimensions? Amanda's outgrown their portable.
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Date: 2007-07-24 06:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-24 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-25 06:07 am (UTC)I'm sure you can get a taker for your baby-gorp. Many people having babies around these parts.
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-25 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-25 09:00 pm (UTC)