Well things around here aren't exactly looking up. Jack has been complaining heavily about his sore throat for three days and even though I doubted it was Strep I took him to the doctor today to be sure. Turns out I was right and it's not Strep and I just spent a lot of money on a large useless Q-tip. I swear the moment we got back from the doctor he started acting like a new kid.
In addition, Ella started throwing up at 1:30 in the morning last night and didn't stop until the wee hours of the morning. She wound up sleeping away most of the day (from 10:30 to 4:00) and is unable to even keep down Tylenol. Her temperature is 101 degrees so I gave her another dose and hopefully she can keep this one down.
I still feel pretty crappy with a sore throat, nagging cough and headache. I feel run down and don't have any energy. That might be due in part to the fact that I've been sitting around for two days doing nothing. I did manage to fold some laundry today, but that was the extent of my activity. I think sitting around moping makes me feel worse so I planned to go out today, but with a sick kid at home, I wasn't going anywhere.
I'm also missing Nicholas' first baseball scrimmage since I'm trapped in the house. I don't like missing the kids' events, but I have to be mom to ALL the kids so that means Coach Dad gets to go to baseball and I stay home with the sickos.
I'm afraid there is a permanent dent in my "big chair" the size of my ass. Like if I were ever lost with amnesia and they needed to identify that I was in fact myself they could "fit" me Cinderella style to the imprint in the chair. "Yep, that's her. Her butt imprints perfectly." These are the things you think about when you've been trapped in the house for two days. Or wait, are these just the things I think of? Don't answer.
Addiction wisdom from The West Wing.
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