So a good portion of the month was spent with everyone taking turns fighting off some crud. First Lexi, then everyone else inevitably caught it since she coughed on EVERYONE! :-)
As I was half-consciously doing a load of overdue laundry, I thought to myself: This is probably one of those scenarios where it's the hardest being a parent, physically. I have my spouse, who is just as sick as me and working a night shift, so he's sleeping all day and then some. I have a baby who was sick, but not as bad, who wants to be held all day, but in a standing position, unless he's sleeping. He also wakes up frequently at nights so, so do I. I have a little 3 year old who isn't sleeping well from her sickness, which makes her cranky and tired all day as well. And a 4 year old who is on the mend and wants to do stuff, but her parents are so exhausted, they can't even see straight. So she trashes the house and picks on her sister, out of sheer boredom. And lots of movies... too many movies...
All the while, I ache. I nod off at random moments. Got the whole sore throat and runny nose then congestion thing going on. (And I learned that Dimetapp makes me go CRAZY... no sleep that night! Holy Moly!)
But since I have yet to find a maid that works for my budget, you know...for free, I had to drag myself off the couch and take care of the dirty dishes and clothes, feed the hungry kids, bathe them, get them to bed, and want to die at the end of the day. There was a good week and a half that I didn't make it to the grocery store, which meant that any item on my menu during that time that required fresh meat, produce (we have to buy our produce no more than 2 days in advance or else it's no good), or anything else that I had intended to get on my next trip, had to be replaced with something we had on hand in our food storage. So we had soups, pastas, pancakes... and take out a couple nights :-(
I do have canned peaches, so that got to be my choice for Pi day this year, since it was right during my sickness:
And Lexi helped make the crust, which kept her busy for all of 10 minutes.
As soon as we were all feeling better, we got out of the house and kissed that DVD player goodbye for a couple days. I was so happy to go to the grocery store. Isn't that just sad?
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I wish I could've been there to help...that's when it's the pits being so far away. Glad you made it through, even though it was hard. You're one tough little cookie, my dear daughter.
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