I'm Still Alive!

Last week my lack of posts was because I didn't have much to say that I figured I should say. Then I had to go and get sick. Last Tuesday my littlest monster had his 16 month old well child check-up, and you know how those pediatrician offices are. I was the only one there with my three in tow, next day littlest monster is sick and I just assumed the fever and sniffles were from his vaccines, then Friday morning the kids and I all woke up sick. My oldest remained horizontal the entire day which convinced me that I was in for a bad weekend, that child has had a 105 temperature and been on the verge of scarlet fever before and still acted perfectly normal.

So Friday night comes, and while I had been miserably trying to breathe and vomiting for a few hours at that point my kids are all back to normal. Yay...

I don't keep much medicine in the house. For one thing I don't like having too much around in case the kids get into it, and for another it seems silly to me to stock up on cold medicine that will expire in 12 months when you might not need to use it before the expiration. So over the weekend my local Walgreens made a lot of money. I couldn't figure out what would be the best thing for me to take, so I tried a few different things and nothing really helped. Each trip to Walgreens further drained the bank account, and for some reason Kleenex never made it back to my poor irritated nose.

Monday I woke with severe abdominal pain and wound up in Labor and Delivery. My midwife determined all the coughing and vomiting had led to some very sore ligaments. Baby is fine, blissfully unaware that mommy is sick while he explores the space under my ribs. I should have begged for something to relieve me of my misery. I did at least get my Kleenex after another Walgreens run.

Yesterday my husband stayed home, too sick himself for work. We took turns going to the doctor so that we wouldn't have to get out with the kids. My diagnosis was bronchitis and a double ear infection. Walgreens made another small fortune and I got an antibiotic that has helped me at least resemble a human being today. I can breathe, at least, which reminds me that I need to change out my Scentsy wax and spray every surface of my house with Lysol...(and bleach the garbage can, and drop lemon slices in the garbage disposal, and clean out the refrigerator, and discover what crawled under my couch and died, and shampoo my rug and wash all the bedding and scrub the toilets...)

My Kleenex supply has greatly depleted, much thanks to three children who all seem to think it is fun to pull out all the tissues and drop them on the floor.  Here's hoping I won't be needing them much longer. Here's also hoping that my children are saints for the rest of the week.