I tried to think of a catchy blog title for this post, but there’s really no better way to put it: being sick BLOWS.
Wanna know what blows even more?
BEING SICK WHEN YOUR KIDS ARE SICK TOO.
Holy Awful Kick Off to Spring Break.
So my husband caught the bug Friday, and as he was dry heaving (why do guys throw up so loudly?) until the wee hours of the morning, my daughter stayed at my parents to steer clear of the germs, and I decided to sleep in her bed because, God forbid I get sick. I can’t afford to. I’ve always thought that was such a silly phrase. I mean who says, “Ya know, I think I’ll hang out at a preschool for a few days… hopefully I’ll catch a bad cold… that way I can use last month’s bonus check and take some time off… ”
I posted this picture on my Instagram last weekend. We were having a great morning at the Farmer’s Market and all of a sudden my poor guy threw up all over himself. It was so heartbreaking to see. He looked so confused. Once we got home, I finally rocked him to sleep, feeling his hot little body against mine, and feeling so helpless.
That night we had to make a trip to the ER, fearful he was super dehydrated. Again, I tried to contain myself from the hospital germs, because I couldn’t afford to get sick.
Aaaaand this is is the synopsis the morning after our hospital visit. UGH. Not only was my son sick, but Delaney and I caught it too. The hardest part was that they wanted to cuddle and be with me, and I was achy and hot, then cold, then had to go get get sick and then they had to, and so on and so forth. It was HELL.
But after being quarantined for three days, changing sheets way too many times, watching Frozen (if I hear “Let It Go” one.more.time.) on repeat and lots of rest, we were feeling much better yesterday.
And she’s back. In full force.
Seriously, can I get some help here?
Oh, geez. I knew the rock-a-bye-baby was coming.
And sidenote: How long does it take for bangs to grow out? Delaney decided to give herself a haircut (standard three year old procedure I’ve been told) last December. It’s been four months and they’re still not long enough to pin back. I feel like it’s taking for.ever.
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