Pedaling in Flippers

Ever get the feeling that you’re pedaling in flippers? Well, maybe that’s because you are.


It’s been that kind of day here. Mouse had stomach bug last night and so it was a long night as I was up with her every hour until this morning. I guess that 2 other girls from her class were also sick last night. And of course, I was in Mouse’s class yesterday as a participating parent.

Things settled down for Mouse by this morning, but she was definitely wrung out for the rest of the day as were the rest of us who got little sleep. So we all spent most of the day lounging around and taking it easy. So far, I’m doing ok other than feeling a bit queasy, but that could just be from lack of sleep.

Baboo is fine, and I wonder if she’s more resistant to the stomach bugs as she got the rota virus vaccine. Regardless, she slept just fine last night and as much fun as it was to have a popsicle at breakfast and watch hours of tv like poor Mouse, she eventually got bored.

I had an errand to run, so I took her out to the grocery store while Hubster and Mouse rested. That killed about an hour. When we got back she was antsy and the rest of us were fried. She generally plays well by herself and today she was a trooper. While the 3 of us barely stayed awake on the couch, she played and chatted by herself for quite a long time. When she came around the corner into the kitchen riding her tricycle in swim flippers, I just had to summon the energy to get off my butt and find the camera.

Today felt exactly like we were all pedaling in flippers.

Highs and Lows

It’s been an interesting week of highs and lows. Nothing too extreme, but it’s all I’ve got to post right now.

High:
I’m feeling almost 100%. Zicam (and its’ Target brand knock off) kicked butt with my cold last week and I only felt truly miserable for 2 days.

Low:
Despite my best cleaning efforts, my Mum went home sick (but again, Zicam kicked some butt) and my Dad ended up getting sick shortly after arriving home.

Semi-Low:
I went to get my hair cut at a new salon last week. The girl did a good job, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted.

Super High:
I went back over the weekend and she corrected it for me. Then straightened it. And I LOVED my hair. LOVED IT. It was *wow* kind of hair. It really was. Is. I looked like a different person, actually so different that Baboo cried and said she didn’t like it. And, when I asked about the flat iron she uses, she told me it was a $15 one from Walmart. Guess what I bought? HA! No kidding.

High:
We had a great visit with my Mum, Dad and Bro. I’m so glad they came. The kids did very well and we all had fun together and doing separate things. We celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving and an early birthday for my Mum with a turkey that turned out BEAUTIFULLY and a pumpkin cake that was delicious (and even better the next day, guys, seriously).

Low:The recycling truck decided to drive by at 6:50 yesterday morning instead of the usual 10 am, and now I have an enormous mountain of recycling in my garage for another 2 weeks until the next pickup.

Low:
Baboo ended up with fevers and a cold (not strep or flu, thankfully) and has kept me up for the last 3 nights.

High:
PBS and Nick Jr saved my hide yesterday when I had both kids home and everyone was exhausted and crabby.


High:
Baboo seems to be doing much better today.

Low:
Today I have a mountain of laundry, mostly 5 bed changes from Baboo’s bed after 2 nights of throwing up.

This Functionality...

Is brought to you by the miracle of medical science.

I am sick. And not happy about it. To say that I’m in a b*tchy mood is kind of an understatement. Maybe it’s that I’ve got some PMS lurking in the background, cos you know, when you’re sick with 100 million other things going on and family coming to visit at the end of the week, there’s nothing like a good ole head cold with a side order of PMS. And did I mention that I bit my front top lip LAST WEEK and it still hurts like MAD? As in every time my teeth brush up against it or I drink or eat ANYTHING, I feel like needles are being shot into my lip? No? Well now you know.

My parents just read this and are reconsidering coming. Sorry. You can still come.

This cold has just been WAITING for me in the sidelines, waiting for my defenses to be down just enough to take me out at the knees.

And honestly, I’ve been fighting it off pretty well, until several nights of little sleep and exposure to, um, an entire population of sick people, just got to me. My immunity wall fell and the cold just tramped on in.

I thought it was just allergies and then I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But then the other night I woke up around 3 am and thought my teeth were being pushed out from the inside, such was the sinus pressure. Sitting up, hurt. Lying down, hurt. I would have cried if it didn’t mean that I’d be producing more snot and more sinus pressure.

And then, the obvious smacked me in the side of the head. I could TAKE SOMETHING. Medicine. Yes, I COULD. I had forgotten.

How does someone forget this you ask? Well, you see, for almost 5 years I was nursing or pregnant. (Yes, I know, 2 kids, 3 years apart…. Do the math. I spent a LOT of time nursing, freak that I am). During that time, unless I was on antibiotics, which was rare, I took nothing more than Tylenol or Advil. Even during horrible colds, of which there were a few.

So, the other night when I realized I did not have to suffer through it, with a foggy giddiness I ran to the medicine cabinet to find the box of decongestant I bought Hubster just a few weeks ago. I popped one in, followed by a Tylenol chaser and waited for all of the mediciney goodness to kick in.

If you know me, you know that this is unusual for me. I am SO NOT a medicine person. If you don’t know me, right now, you think I’m some sort of junkie who has fallen off the wagon. I’m not, really.

I know that cold remedies do not make you heal faster. I know that. There is NEVER a good time to get sick. However, over the counter cold meds sure can help you feel a bit more human and when you’ve got 2 kids, school, meetings, etc and really not much of a chance to sit and chill for longer than 10 minutes until after 8 pm (if you’re lucky), well… sometimes you just gotta find some functionality in a box of decongestants. So thank you medical science.

I can’t say they’ve improved my mood much, but the fact that I am sitting here without falling over, is good enough for me right now. I can’t imagine the shape I’d be in right now, if I wasn’t able to get some kind of relief. I know I’ll get a chance to rest soon, and that will help me to truly heal. Though really, as of tonight, so FAR (knock on wood ) I’m feeling a bit better.

As for the kids… I’m sorry I’m in grouchy grizzly bear mode. Really, I am. However, if you’d like to HELP Mommy feel better… please stop WHINING. Constantly, and asking WHY. Constantly. This will vastly help Mommy be nicer.

And Mom and Dad (and Bro), we’re looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. We’re all set. And I promise that I won’t meet you at the door with a growl. And the whole house has been Clorox-d. And I’ve taken a shower in Purell.

P.S. I kind of left you hanging with the whole “Father” bomb. Sorry. Things got crazy busy and I haven’t been able to post. The current update is that he is doing better, apparently off the ventilator and talking. But that’s all I know. And as a further aside, I do not wish him any ill will – and certainly don’t wish him dead. I’m just a bit surprised, more than anything. It’s kind of a weird situation. More at another point, I’m sure.

The Universe Conspires

So, it’s T minus 5 days until the first day of school. The girls are just getting over a mild cold. Both had low fevers, runny noses and are still working on coughs. But overall, they’re much better.

Hubster has been sick for a few days with a fever, head cold and now bronchitis. He’s on heavy antibiotics and cough syrup and lots of rest.

Baboo has had 3 bad nights in a row, leaving me with just a few hours of passable sleep (not night terrors, but night ANGER. Yikes.) And of course, this has been one of the busiest weeks we’ve had in a while. No rest for the very weary, especially one whose backup (Hubster) is out of commission.

How can I not feel like my little world here is conspiring against me and trying to take me out at the knees? I CAN. NOT. Get sick. I just can’t. Not that there is ever a good time, but especially right NOW, I can’t go there. However, being surrounded by nasty cold germs 24/7, driven into the ground with school coming up and all that being a co-op parent on the board entails (meetings and so forth) all with very little sleep makes me wonder how on earth I’ll make it.

Though I’m trying to think positively and just WILL myself to stay healthy, I hope that I’ve got SUPER Zicam in my back pocket.

BRATS

I’ve got 2 BRATS. Ha. I’m kidding (most of the time).

Yes, this is another post about poop and puke because we’ve still got it going on. Sporadically, but continuing. It’s been a week now. I’m exhausted. Hubster is exhausted. The girls are exhausted. In fact, Mouse, who I dragged to bed for a “rest” kicking and SCREAMING “I’m NOT tired!” is CRASHED. Down for the count. It took all of 4 minutes for her to fall asleep.

After another particularly bad run last night with Mouse that involved 4 showers in the space of 2 hours, I took her to the doctor today. Of course, she seemed fine when we were there. Perky, silly, snacking hungrily on crackers (her first food since LUNCH yesterday) – typical 5 year old. And her sidekick, a very LOUD obnoxious little sister who kept screaming “I HAS A SMELLY BUTT CWACK” when I tried to talk to the doctor, and bouncing off the walls after being cooped up for 2.5 hours in a small waiting room. Not that I blame her, and she did smell (remnants of the last few days, I think) –but geez! I couldn’t THINK in there. I think I sounded like a moron.

After a short examination and raised eyebrows from the nurses and doctor that smacked of “hypochondriatic mother” as they witnessed my rambunctious, healthy-appearing children and listened to my sweet, lovely 5 year old saying “I feel just fine! My tummy doesn’t hurt”, we were given a stool collection seat, a handful of gloves and papers about the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, applesauce, toast). Both girls were laughing and running out of the office with their chosen treasure chest items and charming all the nurses and staff with their cheerful cuteness, until… we got to the car. And then Mouse just melted. She was visibly exhausted almost as soon as she got into her seat.

I wanted to run back in and say “See?! SEEE!!??? She really IS sick!!”. But I didn’t, because 3 hours in there was MORE than enough for me.

So we’re carrying on with our orders for both kids because they seem to be passing it to one another, and Baboo has also had some issues, albeit to a lesser degree. We're to eliminate all dairy, feed the kids any kind of low fiber carbohydrate they want (I think I’m going to need to go to the store for this) and just take it easy for a few days. Of course, the minute they came home they wanted CANDY! And MILK! And JUICE ! And YOGURT! (no yogurt until Sunday)

Oy. It could be a long weekend.

Anyway, I’m off to get disinfecting and sorting and cleaning – once I summon the strength to get my ass out of the chair. Maybe another Premium Mocha M&M will help me. Ha.

This is What You Do...

When it’s raining cats and dogs, everyone’s way over tired because you’ve been up all night with sick kids - - AGAIN and going a bit squirrely from too much tv and too much time indoors…

I think MY stubby little toes will need a bit of touch up (Mouse did my nails) before I don any sandals, but it sure perked us all up.

Happy Mother's Day with a Side of Jello

It’s 1:45 am. Yes, A.M. We’re ALL awake. Both girls have caught some kind of stomach bug and well, we’re just waiting for it to hit Hubster and I. I don’t know if I’m just feeling a bit ill from the smell/clean up or actually getting sick. It doesn’t matter, it sucks.

So, um yeah. This is the one time where I can say I’m glad Nick Jr plays all night, though I’ve certainly had my fill of preschool cartoons. I’m not quite fluent in Chinese or Spanish courtesy of Kai-lan or Dora, but I imagine I could be soon.

It’s not too often I can say I made Jell-O at 1 in the morning. In fact, I can say until today, I’ve never made it at this time of the day, but having had a bug similar to this rip though our house a few years ago, I kind of know what to expect.

I’ve done 2 extra loads of wash tonight, on top of the 4 I already did today. The girls are outfitted with appropriately sized bowls for their heads and Hubster has already booked the day tomorrow because even if he doesn’t get sick, going to work on about 2 hours sleep isn’t going to do anyone any favours.

And I’ll tell you now, it’ll be a llloooonnnnggg time before I eat hotdogs. A very long time.

Not really the best end to what has been a very nice Mother’s Day weekend. And we really did have a nice time. Friday, Mouse’s school had a “Mother’s Day Tea” which consisted of milk, water, chocolate chip muffins (which the kids made) and fruit salad. They sang us a little song (which made every single Mom cry) and then brought us our snacks, little potted flower in hand painted pots and handmade cards. All while we sat on preschool sized chairs with our knees by our shoulders. And I wouldn’t trade a minute.

Saturday I got to go and do some shopping – and despite shopping for bras (I actually went to VC, more later), pants and a bathing suit, I still came home with my very fragile self esteem mostly in-tact as well as some clothes for this summer. Yesterday (Sunday), I did get to sleep in until 7:22, though I was actually awake by then. Then I sneezed and that was the catalyst for the onslaught. I’m kidding. The girls came in with hugs and kisses and Happy Mufver’s Day’s. Priceless. And pretty handmade cards, and gardening gloves and an iTunes card.

Then Mouse suggested that if we got dressed RIGHT NOW, IHOP wouldn’t be busy and we could go out for breakfast. One smart cookie, let me tell ya. So, we did. We got dressed and left the house by 8 and had a perfectly lovely breakfast, with a free carnation and we smiled and said “Happy Mother’s Day” to the other Mom’s in the restaurant.

We ran a few errands then spent the rest of the day finishing up the yard and just hanging out outside. The planting is done, things are put away and it looks really nice. It was a very productive day, not exactly the relaxing time that the stereotypical Mother’s Day is supposed to be, but it was still a great day.

I remember when I was still pregnant with Mouse, and hugely so as I was in my last 2 weeks, I was out for a walk on Mother’s day when someone drove by in a car and yelled something at me that, at first, I didn’t fully hear. I thought it was something mean, but after my brain unscrambled it, I realized that someone had called out “Happy Mother’s Day” to me as they drove by. I was so surprised, initially because someone had said something kind, but then I was floored by the reality that I would soon be joining that group called “MOTHERS”. It all seemed so huge and overwhelming.

I also remember my Hubster and I picking up his daughter one Mother’s day, years and years ago, to take her to lunch with Hubster’s Mom. When she got in the car, she gave me a flower. Truly confused, I asked “What is this for?”. And she just laughed and said “Because you’re my step-Mother, silly! Happy Mother’s day!”. Talk about a humbling moment of reality. I think that was the first time I really thought of myself as a “parent” to her.

I know a lot of really wonderful Mothers’, my own and Hubsters’ Mom included. I’ve officially been a Mother for almost 5 years now and I know there is no way I could have done it on my own. I truly appreciate all that I learn through the other Mom’s I meet. I think of us all being an endless resource to each other. Thank you for all you do and all you share.

I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s day.

*Update: Mouse had a really bad night with us almost going to the ER in case of dehydration first thing this morning, but she’s come around and is holding down some liquid, Jell-O and crackers. Baboo has fared pretty well, and despite throwing up in the car on the way back from Walmart this morning for an emergency run for Pedialyte, is back to her normal perky self. Hubster and I have only had about 3 hours sleep so we’re dragging around today and hoping for naps all around later today. Fortunately we have managed to avoid any sickness. So far. (crossing all bendy parts)

How Do I Spell Relief?

N-something-methrone-something –roxodine. (kidding). That was what I was on before and it didn’t work.

Actually, it's Bactrim – a sulfa-something antibiotic. After 1 dose and a good night’s sleep, I’m already feeling better. Better than I have all week, which reminds me how long of a week it’s been. Oy.

Yesterday was a bit of a run around day, way more than I anticipated, and yet a few things fell into place just by chance. First, as I was running out the door to drop the kids off before my therapy appointment, I happened to grab my book (Twilight… didn’t plan to read it but it was a great story. Sometimes I hate it when the masses are right) but did not grab anything to entertain the kids at the doctor’s office. I realized this ½ way to my friend’s house. Argh.

So I’m dropping off the girls and my friend says “take your time, there’s no rush”. And finally a very delayed lightbulb goes off and I ask her to watch the girls for me so I can go to this next doctor’s appointment. She’s more than willing and as I’m leaving says “let me give you our numbers just in case you need them”. (This will be important later).

So, off I go to therapy, where he gives me a few things to think about and I’m a bit late getting out and am grateful that I didn’t have to pick up the kids as well. As I’m driving over, I remember that I didn’t plan anything for lunch for myself – duh. And I’m kind of hungry. However, I don’t have time so I figure I’ll get something after I’m done. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait forever at any point this time and things went quickly. My doctor figures that the infection isn’t responding to the unpronounceable antibiotic and gives me a scrip for a new one. And then says, “I’m worried that you might have a kidney infection or a kidney stone. I’m going to send you for a scan. Go check out and then I’ll tell you what you need to do.”
I’m a little shocked, but ok. So I check out, and come back. She tells me to go to the hospital, check in and get the cat scan done.

Uh, WHAAT!?

I mumble around for a minute trying to figure out what the hell to do and she asks if this will be a problem. I don’t think so, but uh, it’s just unexpected. They tell me it’ll be a couple of hours and laugh that it’s good I brought my book. Yeah, no kidding. I stupidly as if this is something I can reschedule, and she says “No. Go now”.

So I call my friend and ask her to watch the kids a bit longer – and she’s wonderful. I’m so, so, so lucky. She just says “the girls are fine, having a great time. It’ll take as long as it takes, don’t worry”. Sigh. Then call Hubster and let him know what’s going on.

I pick up a sandwich at Subway and I think 16 yr old nerdy geek is trying to flirt with me, but maybe it’s the shock of the twist in my day, and as I’m driving to the hospital, I marvel a bit at how things have turned out. I don’t have to worry about entertaining the girls for hours at a hospital. I have my book. I had my friend’s numbers to let her know what was happening. Just funny how things work out. I just pray as I’m driving over that I don’t have an insurance fight over this.

Anyway, I was at the hospital for about 2.5 hours, which isn’t bad. Things moved pretty quickly. The scan only took a minute and apparently I do not have kidney stones, thankfully. And I had time to finish my book, just before they came to tell me the results.

When I went to get the girls, they didn’t want to come home. They wanted to keep playing, so at least I know they had fun. And when I stopped at CVS to fill my prescription, which I wasn’t going to do because it had been a long day and Baboo had not napped, they were super fast and we were out of there in 7 minutes.

So, all of that is to say, it was an interesting day. I’m glad it’s over and I’m very happy to be finally feeling better. Oy.

Crap

I was hoping to feel much better by now, but I don’t. I’m still nauseas, not sleeping and I think it’s moved into my kidneys, my left one specifically, as I’ve got some back pain about where my kidneys are. And its’ pain I can’t ignore. Crap.

So, that stress I’m supposed to be reducing has just been increased. I was hoping to have a quiet afternoon, but now I’ve got to run the kids to a friend’s house so I can go to my therapy appointment (which is a whole other issue in itself – which is why I should probably go even though I’m trying to talk myself out of it), then rush back to pick them up so I can rush over to my other doctors to find out what the hell is wrong. And none of the appt times the office offered me was good – I’ll be lucky if I make this one on time, but at least it's not in the middle of my therapy appointment or in the middle of Baboo's naptime.

Double crap.

Will I Ever Learn?

One day I will learn that stress manifests itself physically for me. And not in a good way. Sure, I try to outsmart it, recall that last week I mentioned taking some Zicam to fight off a cold I thought I was getting. I didn’t actually GET sick, but, well… I fought the stress and the stress won.

Sunday morning I woke up with pee of fire, the tell-tale sign of a urinary tract infection. I drank a bunch of water, took some Advil and soldiered on, planning to buy some cranberry juice and get some rest later in the day. I did those things and felt better most of Monday. I figured that maybe I caught it early enough…

Until last night. I could feel my back getting a bit sore and I didn’t sleep well last night and this morning I really felt bad. I had planned to take the girls to the zoo with a friend and had to cancel. I was able to get an appointment for 11:30 so we had most of the morning to kill. It was a gorgeous day, so despite feeling like I was going to wet myself every 2 seconds, we went to a state park just down the street from us. Luckily, it not only had several playgrounds and nice walking trails but lots of clean, convenient bathrooms. Which I used. Often.

Anyway, the diagnosis is a UTI and I’m on antibiotics and some UTI painkiller than turns my frequent urine to a triple tang coloured orange. Fancy pee, that’s what it is.

I’m hoping by tomorrow that the antibiotics will have kicked in and I’ll feel better. Right now, I feel really crappy; nauseas, achy, crampy, not fun. I’m supposed to be assisting in Mouse’s class tomorrow and she’s very excited that I’ll be there. I hope I feel well enough to actually be useful.

Damn that stress. It gets me EVERY time. Grr. One day I will learn that… or hopefully learn to balance things better.

Off Duty

I hope I don’t become a single parent any time soon.

The good news is that, overall, everyone is doing better. Mouse’s stomach bug only lasted one day and thankfully it didn’t pass to anyone else, that we know of. She’s back to her sassy self, so yeah, we’re good there. Hubster has been a bit slower to recover, but is feeling much better today. The antibiotics are kicking in and all the nasal spraying, hot compressing and sleeping he’s been doing the last few days is certainly clearing up what has been one of the worst sinus infections he’s had to date.

It’s been a long weekend for me. Lots of non-stop care, puke clean up, laundry washing, snack preparation, fluid pushing, tv show changing, hand washing, medicine giving, late night trips to Walmart for medication, worrying, entertaining of little ones, including one sick little one while Hubster has been out of commission. And considering that hormonally, I’m not exactly at my peak for patience, I’m surprised I haven’t completely lost it. Let’s just say, I’m relieved it’s bedtime. I’ve always had a huge respect for people who are single parents but I have an even bigger respect after a weekend like this. It’s HARD to do it all yourself.

Hubster has really been sick and I don’t begrudge him that. He’s NEEDED to sleep and this time it’s taken 4 days for him to feel better. He really wouldn’t have been much help to me in his condition. And he really does need to get better to get back to work and earn the moolah that keeps us in such fine shape. However, it’s funny; I think for most Moms, to be completely out of commission– as in only functional for a combined total of 1.5 hours a day for 3 days in a row without lying in a hospital bed or recovering from surgery – is unheard of. I think there’s some law against that somewhere. Maybe your mileage varies. My experience has been that I can really only be really sick for about a day, and I pray that it’s on a weekend, where I can sleep and rest and then I’m expected to be functional enough to help with kids, direct traffic, be present at meals and generally keep the house running. Even if I’m still feeling crappy, MOM is needed. Period. There are no sick days. I think most of the time it’s sheer willpower that helps me to get over being sick a bit faster or maybe to deny it because the cost of being sick is too high. There’s lots of lip service paid to the whole “you should take better care of yourself” but there aren’t many systems in place to help Mom’s accomplish this. There’s also the expectation in our society of Mom being on duty all the time and God help her if her kids don’t come first. So, taking care of yourself FIRST is almost a taboo. We all WANT to do it, we all THINK about doing it and yet, no one wants to really do it because we’re afraid of the backlash we might receive if we aren’t tending to our families the whole time. I’ve seen the disdain and heard the nasty comments people make about other Mom’s when they’re doing what they need to do for THEMSELVES and I don’t want to be on the receiving end of that. I personally am all in favor of Moms’ doing for themselves, but I have a hard time allowing myself the same privilege.
I struggle with this endlessly. I can’t find the balance. Often, when I try to take time for myself, there always seems to be a price to “pay” – getting behind on something, having to come home to more work or cranky behavior that makes coming home a bigger pain in the ass and negates the whole point of getting away. Many days, I’d love to find some time to go and hide, retreat to my cave for even ½ an hour to read my book, write or nap and yet, there’s always another load of laundry, something to put away, something to get ready for tomorrow. And unfortunately, it’ll still be there tomorrow, so I might as well do it today. And yet, I know when I need some time alone/away because I’m being a total nasty bitch to be around. But, what to do? Sometimes it’s hard to know.

Anyway, all of that is to say, that I’m off nurse duty, off Mom duty for tonight and thank goodness because I’m crankier than a bear right now. I’m tired, worn out, bloated and PMSing and frankly, that’s not a good combination. I’ve got a very busy week ahead of me with meetings, appointments, classes, a bunch of service phone calls to make and work for the school to do and I have got to get a chill going on here so I can function this week. So I’m off to chill and hopefully get some rest.

Slammed

Its’ 3:30 pm on a Saturday afternoon and I’m still in my pj’s in bed with crazy bed head and unbrushed teeth. It can only mean one thing… that cold I thought I was getting has arrived.

I tried to fight it off, I’ve been fighting it off for weeks and twice Zicam has been my hero and protector, albeit a bad tasting one. But this time, no, this time, the germs were too strong for any preventative remedy. They sunk their claws in deep and threw in a 101F fever and a face full of snot to boot. Fun times.

However, despite feeling crappy all of yesterday and last night, today, I’m feeling a bit better. The fever broke, I don’t feel like my head is going to explode and Hubster has let me rest the whole day. The girls have been pretty good; nursing me with pretend cups of tea and water from the play kitchen, bringing me their favourite books (Pinkalicious, Moosetache, and a few Sandra Boynton board books) to read and making me “happy dude” pictures to cheer me up. For a while Baboo insisted on “fweepin’ wif Mommy” this morning but then decided that Daddy and Mouse were more fun and ran off to play with them.

Right now the girls are playing at the foot of the bed where I’m ensconced and surrounded by papers, tissues, magazines, books, cups and Tylenol. They both have princess dresses on and are playing with a laundry basket and a clothes hanger (because they don’t have an enormous room full of toys down the hall to play with, good grief) and have spread the extra blanket on the floor. Baboo is pretending it’s an air bed and has one corner in her mouth to blow it up. Mouse is yelling at her that it’s not an air bed, it’s a picnic blanket to which Baboo responds “OK” and continues to pretend to blow. Nothing like entertainment for those in sick bay.

So I’ll continue to rest as much as I can while Hubster is home from work. Monday we’re back into the grind of school and work and I’m starting a new phase for myself: teaching Pilates classes from my living room, so I really need to be back into the game by Wednesday night.

Maybe with me doing all this sitting and resting, I’ll be able to think up and maybe even write a few decent posts. HA!