Surviving The Sick
It occurred to me last night, as I was lying in bed with snot sliding down my throat and embedding itself in my lungs for today’s knee-knocking cough, that I could probably take some medicine for this bitch of a bug.
Turns out I can. Thank goodness, because I sound like a fog horn, look like death and feel like a cotton plant is shoved up my nose and down my throat. The drugs only dull the symptoms, but at least I enjoy being a tad stoned while suffering.
Man, I hate being sick. And I’m a big fat whining baby about it, too.
I doubted my capacity to look after Alice today (Lucy was in daycare), but we made it through. It’s terribly difficult for me to just sit and relax, as there’s self-imposed pressure to do stuff around the house, and lots of work to do on this site and Durham Region Daycare (where we now have over 40 listings!). Thankfully Alice nursed a lot today, so it forced me to at least be still, even if my mind wasn’t.
Our lovely teenage sitter Shelby has been popping over here each afternoon Lucy’s in daycare, and staying with Alice while I go pick up her big sister. But of course this is the week she has late basketball and can’t be here. I had to put Alice’s carseat down twice, near frozen tears of tiredness and frustration and weakness dotting my face, while walking up the driveway. All the while irrationally cursing Shelby for being so…active and involved at school.
In a good/bad development, Alice discovered her hands the past few days. Which means she gets this hilarious, wide-eyed, smiley look on her face when she sees them, raises a fist slowly to her mouth and proceeds to goober all over it. She’s also smacking toys on the bouncy chair.
But shoving her hands in her mouth makes me worry when there’s so much Sick floating around our house. I hope she doesn’t catch the flu Lucy had, or this Cold Fest Jan./09 edition. That — especially the flu — could be just awful.
But there’s no sense worrying about what hasn’t happened yet, so I’m heading to bed hoping for an energy-giving, drug-induced good night’s sleep that will help me survive tomorrow with both girls. Eric reminded me that “Treehouse is your friend, if that’s what it takes to get through the day,” and I wholeheartedly agree. Lucy will be in her glory.
In other news, our washing machine broke. We think the drain is clogged, if the error code is correct. $10 says it’s filled with dog hair.
Speaking of dogs, this evening I accidentally kicked over Spencer’s very full food bucket, sending thousands of kibbles careening across our kitchen floor and under every appliance. Simultaneously, Alice started screeching from the couch, Spencer dive-bombed the pile in excitement, and Lucy decided to “help” clean it up while licking her hands in between. So here I am trying to calm Alice from across the room, hold back Spencer’s kibble snarfing, yell at Lucy to “Stop licking your hands already, that’s so disgusting!” while snot poured out my red nose on to the tiles.
I laugh at it now. And tomorrow has to be a better day.
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There truly is nothing worse than a cold. When I get a cold it’s like the end of the world, and I so know exactly what you’re saying about how much more harder it is to take care of anyone let alone any form of toddler or baby amidst the sickness. I truly, truly hope you feel better within a couple days and even more that tomorrow works out better for you! And Carly…leave the house alone. Taking care of two plus a dog is ENOUGH!….just leave the dirt and grime for a sunny day
Sounds like you had quite a day. Sorry, I wasn’t closer to come and help you out. Sure hope that today goes better, and that you get the washer fixed. Yeah, likely the doggie hair.
Love, Gramie
Sure hope that you feel better soon. Life is not easy when you have that kind of day. By the end of the week you’ll be smiling again. I’m with Krystle leave the house for a little bit and rest up.
OMG That last paragraph made me howl!
I had a day like that – We walked in the door from daycare. I realized (by smell) that my son must have had more than one accident at daycare that day. I threw him directly in bathtub, and the screaming, hungry baby into the playpen. While I had my back turned washing out his underwear, my son poured water all over the floor. After cleaning up the bathroom, I rushed downstairs to throw the stinking pants and the soiled clothes that had come home from daycare into the washer, before I started dinner. As I was tossing the clothes in I heard something hitting the sides of the washer. So here I am, picking chunks of poop out of the washer, one child screaming from the playpen, another in timeout (for pouring water on the floor), at dinnertime, wondering how I am going to wash his car seat and coat and have it all dry for tomorrow. Isn’t being a Mommy fun?!
Hope today is better.