It's been a long week. Starting with Sammy being sick with a high fever Sunday and Monday nights and then Samuel coming down with the full-blown flu Tuesday and not getting out of bed until pretty much Friday. Hannah was next with a 104.8 degree fever Tuesday night (why is it ALWAYS at night?) and me just trying to function with a sick family and about 4 hours of sleep per night.
By Thursday night, everyone was better (except Samuel), so I was thinking that I was getting by relatively unscathed--until 1:30am Friday morning when I now had the fever and muscle aches. Staying in bed isn't an option, as any mom will tell you, so up and out of bed to take Sammy to school with his birthday cupcakes bright and early at 7:00am. After a long hot shower I felt marginally better, so we still went to music class and even grabbed a Taco Bell lunch and went to the park (it WAS Sammy's birthday after all).
Fortunately, Samuel was feeling better by the time we got home, so Hannah and I took a much needed nap. Ahhhh, 2 blissful hours!
Since Sammy's birthday party was on Saturday, I still had to make the cake and wrap presents. I finished up and went to bed, fever gone, but definitely with a stuffy nose and headache. Despite all the sickness, everyone was well for Saturday and Sammy had a blast at his party--I'll do a separate post about that.
After all the festivities, it all hit me like a ton of bricks Sunday morning as I dragged myself out of bed for church. It's always amazing to me what a nice hot shower will do for you--now I know why my mom always made us at least get up and take a shower on the mornings we tried to stay home sick from school, it really does help. Or else, it totally defeated the purpose of trying to skip school and sleep in.
Anyway, I digress. Church was fine--after my usual hour of chasing Hannah around during Sacrament meeting we finally headed home for lunch and a much needed nap. Can I just tell you how much I hate trying to sleep with a stuffy nose and having to breath out of your mouth. I also hate not being able to taste anything. There is lots of yummy leftover birthday cake that is just waiting for me, but I can't taste it. Sigh. The kids have had to survive on cereal, leftover pizza, Ritz crackers and cheese sticks for food today because I just can't bring myself to make some real food. And we won't even talk about the absolute disaster my house is...dishwasher full of clean dishes, sink full of dirty dishes, 4 days of mail piled on the table, toys/pajamas/shoes everywhere and cheerios all over the floor.
Hooray for President's Day (i.e. no school for Sammy tomorrow) and a hope that we can all sleep in. Now, I've got 2 Tylenol and a pillow on the couch calling my name so I'll post about the birthday party later.
3 comments:
Ugh... I'm so sorry. You're right, it does always seem like the scary sicknesses (like high fevers or bad coughs) always hit in the middle of the night, just to add to the trauma. Glad you're all finally feeling better & hope you get the sleep you need. P.S. Having a clean house is overrated... at least it makes me feel better sometimes if I tell myself that. :)
Hang in there, Doris!! I totally understand about the breathing-through-the-mouth thing. I've been perpetually stuffed up during my third trimester, and I HATE not being able to sleep normally. Oy vey.
And happy belated birthday to Sammy!!! :-)
Okay, so I love when you were all chipper and happy talking to me yesterday you did not even mention the horrible weekend you'd all been having! I'm so sorry for you guys! And SERIOUSLY...having to sleep breathing through your mouth and your tongue gets all dried out and lips get chapped. I hate it too.
Hope you feel better!
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