This weekend we picked up some paper towels. And Claire thought they’d make a great bench. Give her credit, twice. Once for ingenuity and again for generosity. When we asked for it back to unload it, she brought it over like a trooper. She’s a mostly pretty good kid, that Claire.
We’ve been arranging the house. And I’ve been leading the charge. So, I think that qualifies as nesting. What? You want to fight about it? Yeah.
Claire’s been remarkably easy going about the upside-down nature of the house during the process. Although, tonight, she put herself to bed out in the floor while Danielle was clearing out the closet in her room.
Basically, though. We’re ALL pretty tired. So, off to bed.
I’m really not sure how I feel about this. Really not sure at all. But, apparently this is what Claire and Danielle got up to while the cleaners were here today. Who did a surprisingly thorough job.
Claire has a very special Monster Towel. If you do not dry her with it post bath, you get Monster Claire. HA! Seriously though. Use the Monster Towel, or else. Or else you better be ready with a Princess Dress. Kids get less temperamental, right?
This brings back memories. My sister
(still) and I used to obsessively utilize those types of measuring spoons for any kind of consumption.
*Second post called Spoon. You can’t go wrong referencing The Tick.
So, this has really been a messed up week. Claire gets sick. Then Danielle gets sick. Then I get sick. Everyone we’ve come into contact while sick with this disease has gotten sick. My mom, who helped out by watching Claire, got sick for her trouble. This thing was a messy beast.
So far, I appear to be the only one who had fever induced delirium. And that was out of it for so long. But, you know. Danielle had like IV rehydration and medical care. And, I didn’t have that.
On the plus side, home from work. On the down side, unpaid leave PLUS puke. I’m mostly mad that my no throw up streak has come to an end. I was so bitterly disappointed about that literally the moment before I realized the streak would come to an end. That was my one thought. And, my exact thought process was from the scene in Armageddon when the shuttles are crash landing into the asteroid. The one shuttle’s windshield has just been fractured by debris and the pilot says “Oh my god. This is it.” And then he’s hurled out into the vacuum of space. That was me, regarding my streak, two seconds before I tried to kill myself by self inflicted instantaneous dehydration.
Everything from Thursday to Monday is a complete blur. Which is frustrating because we had stuff to get done this weekend. Can’t take a rain check on this delivery. Anyroad. Things should be back up and running here as much as they can. But, realistically, don’t be surprised about occasional missed days for the next six weeks or so. We’ve got a lot to do and the illnesses have cut out quite a few days of prep time. Plus, once the baby arrives. Well, that’s self explanatory.
Off to rest. Back to work tomorrow.
Gosh, it’s been a tough couple of weeks. Claire got sick Tuesday night and was sick through Wednesday and largely recovered on Thursday. Then, Thursday night Danielle was sick. Sick enough that we made another trip to the hospital to get an IV for some fluids. We made the decision to go around three AM Friday morning. Thanks to my mom for coming out on the spot to watch Claire. All in, we didn’t get home and settled down to rest until around ten AM Friday.
Everyone appears to be on track to good health. Now, here’s some advice. I enjoy scary movies, probably a bit more than your average person. But, I wouldn’t call myself a horror movie nerd. That said, if you really want to be terrified, watch Contagion after everyone in your house has been sick for a month and you’ve been to the ER enough times to know people’s names. Or, actually don’t. I just did. And I may have a nervous break down.
But, that may be the sleep deprivation talking. I’ve probably averaged around three hours a night for the last two weeks. I’m going to get some rest now. Just realized I had stopped typing for like five minutes and stared blankly at the computer.
Final thought. This is what making a family means, though. And I don’t mean that cynically. So, really thanks to my mom for getting up at three AM to help out and thanks to Danielle’s mom for the over the phone medical consultations through out the night. Some family days are harder than others.