Me: Hmmm not worth making the Jack mad.
I grabbed another Neti Pot off the shelf because apparently mine got up and walked away from my house. I can feel myself getting sick really sick. Then before bed Ethan threw his toothbrush in the toilet, fished it out, broke it and then brushed his teeth with it, without rinsing it off ON PURPOSE. I went to bed achy with a fever.
That was the night before the worst Monday of all Mondays and perhaps the longest week of my life.
Monday morning- Hot or freezing? Decide body decide!! Then as I sat on the couch dreading getting up and making the girls lunch the phone rang. I recognized the number and knew it could not be good.
Me: Hello?
SCHOOL NURSE: Mrs. Jones?
Me: (Out loud) Yes? (In my head) No effing way.
SCHOOL NURSE: Ethan threw up at school and needs to be picked up (in the most sing-songy voice ever).
Me: (Out loud) Let me load the kids up and I will be there. (In my head) NO EFFING WAY!!!
This is Regan. Would you believe it she can cry and scream for over an hour? In the car to get Ethan-scream, not while we're in school signing Ethan out (she is an angel), back in the car-scream, Wendy's drive through so we can pick up Ellie and Regan's lunch (angel), pull away and head to Ellie's school-scream, in the parking lot at Ellie's school-scream, on the way home-scream, walking inside the house-scream and in her room by herself-scream. What could she possibly scream about for an hour? Lets see- she took off her shoe? She dropped a chicken nugget (which she found and ate on Tuesday, don't judge), who knows?
I ordered a Sprite. There was no way I could eat in that van. It smelled of vomit and some gross perfume that the school put on it to mask the putrid smell. I had a 102 degree fever, a screaming toddler and the smell of vomit and nasty perfume in my car, I cried all the way home. I cried as I brought the kids in and switched out the laundry so I could put Ethan's barf clothes in the washing machine. I cried while I sat down to feed Jack. I cried because at my first hair appointment in who knows how long, the woman messed my hair up (I know that my hair really shouldn't matter but damn it I have 4 kids and the last thing I need is crappy hair!) It would have been nice to have cried myself to sleep while I nursed him but Regan made it her mission to drink my Sprite. Her MISSION.
My mother picked Ellie up from school, came over and kept Regan entertained. My husband brought dinner home. He got me ice packs, took my temperature, got me medicine and bathed the littles. They saved me.
Could Ethan have gotten sick from his toilet toothbrush? Perhaps. Why on earth he didn't rinse it off?? I have no idea. Gross. What did we ground him from? TV. Which means none of us can watch TV while he is here or awake. He had to stay home from school on Tuesday. No, I didn't cave. Since he broke his toothbrush in half, he has to use it (we sanitized it) until its time to replace everyone's. From now on- no character toothbrushes either.
And that was just Monday. Tuesday was full of a little boy who could have been in school, except for their 24 hr rule. He got all of his work done in the morning by 10 am, including his nightly homework for the week. He can't watch TV, I can't watch TV. Quiet nap time? No way. We had some interesting conversation, but it really made me appreciate the quiet nursing time I have with Jack while Regan takes a nap. A 7 year old can talk a lot about really random things! Regan + Sharpie = artwork on the walls and doors. Too tired to care.
Wednesday brought its own drama. Time for the doctor. Not because we are sick but because of Regan's arm. When we were walking through the living room she tripped and fell down. Well I was holding her hand and what does a mother do when their child falls? She picks her up. I picked her up by the hand that I was holding and in doing so dislocated her elbow. I know right?? I mean I obviously didn't do it on purpose. What was I supposed to do let her fall? Apparently. The doctor popped it right back and she was back to her normal self. It has happened before and gone back in on its own. Now we know...let em drop! My fantastic quiet nap time for Wednesday? Obliterated by that doctors appointment. Bah humbug. Wait lets not forget this conversation...
Me: Ethan why aren't you wearing your new shoes?
Ethan: Well they still have throw up on them and they smell bad.
Me: What?????? Don't you think you might have told me Monday that there was throw up on your shoes too so that I could have washed them then? Argh. Kids are gross.
Thursday. If I make it through this week it will be a miracle. I have traded the fever for a hacking cough. Basketball practice was a welcome break from the house that is falling apart and with the aid of cough drops and water I made it.
Friday was a long but mostly fun day. The evil nagging cough was painful and I would have traded it for the fever and chills. It was a beautiful outside. The high was in the 60's and I knew it would be the last warm day we would have. Dale was going to be gone that evening with work so I decided to make the most of the evening and make it special for the older ones. Well I tried. The problem with age 7 is that age 7 thinks he can get away with things that he can't. No staying up late for him. Soon Ellie was asleep and then Jack. So much for making cookies and finally decorating the tree.
I had hoped that with the end of the week would come the end of me feeling so icky. Unfortunately that is not the case and while I am better I'm still not one hundred percent. In our house if you don't do something every day the house will quickly fall apart. Here it is Sunday night and as soon as I can get Jack to sleep I'm going to go at the beast. Laundry, dishes, moping, anything and everything in between.
It is really hard to see the good in everything when you are sick. It is hard to make the most of each moment. I know this won't be the last time I get sick, but it will be the last time I get sick when they are this little. Next time the littles will be a little less little and hopefully it will be easier. I have a feeling that this week will be better. Anything would be better than last week.
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