This has been the longest week of my entire life. Seriously, it felt like a month. Last sunday I came down with an upper respiratory infection, complete with fever and chills and cough and the works. By Monday evening Thad was running a fever, and by the middle of the night so were both the kids. I took them all to the Dr Tuesday morning, filled the prescriptions, and spent the next 5 days with all of us either laying on the couch/floor in the front room, or in bed. I felt like the meds had little chance of working because we all just sat around the house all day and coughed on each other. It was really gross. I told Thad if I had to choose between living sick like this for the rest of my life, or dying today, I'd take death. We were miserable. And the other things I decided was that next time I get sick the children will be shipped to Grandmas and Thad has to sleep on the couch. Cos sick mommy had to take care of everyone else, and that was super lame.
Before the plague hit though we had a joint Birthday celebration for Andi & Bradon at Rosemary's. Thad made it back from his scout camp out just in time to make it. Like, he went straight there without showering, in time.
Sunday night we had dinner with Thads family at our house to celebrate all the January Birthday's. It was a nice weekend, but I swear it all happened months ago.
2 comments:
I hope you guys are feeling better.
I don't understand the logic of when the whole family is sick the sick mom still takes care of everyone. How do we change that?
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