Today was not a banner day, y’all.
As a quick catch-up, Miss E got a fever on Wednesday night. I got one on Friday night. Saturday morning E ruptured her eardrum. By Sunday night, the hubs was feeling off. Simply a stellar weekend.
But the shining light of it all was that Bug WAS. NOT. SICK. He was happy. He was hyper.
Then this morning, he woke up and said, “my throat hurts.”
After a quick trip to the pediatrician and a diagnosis of strep, we were back at home. A barf bowl was involved in our afternoon (send wine stat!), plus lots of TV and sleeping. Add to that a very whiny, in-the-midst-ofF-the-terrible-twos toddler and it was fun times, my friends. Fun times.
For the love of pete, we just can’t get healthy. As soon as I get excited, something else hits us. I know you all must be tired of reading about it (here and here and here!) but some days it’s all that I think about. We keep running into this blasted wall of illness. MAKE IT STOP.
Cold. Healthy. Cold. Pneumonia. Healthy. Cold. Sinus Infection. Healthy. Cold. Strep. )(*#$@)##(*$&% It is killing me.
If anything else happens between now and the end of May, I might lose every ounce of sanity that I have left.
And it won’t be pretty.
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