So, it seems that we’re all on the mend. Preston has a bit of a cough and I’m still feeling muscles I never knew I had, but other than that, we’re mostly healthy. Phew.
In the meantime, the house is a disaster and since we’re hosting Easter dinner on Sunday, there is a lot of cleaning to be done between now and then. I’ve created a plan to deal with only certain things and rooms today. Tomorrow will be something else, each day until the house is as clean as a 2 and 4 year old boy allow.
All of that begs the question, what am I doing here, blogging, instead of folding laundry? Meh…
Mar 19 2008
The road to recovery is paved with messy rooms
Mar 17 2008
Sick and tired, part 2
While getting ready to go to lunch yesterday (Preston was fine), I started to not feel quite right. Chalking it up to being hungry, we headed out. By the time we got there, I knew it was hitting me. Then I couldn’t wait to get home. Since the flu hit everyone different, I got both ends at once! Woohoo! I spent the rest of the day in bed or in the bathroom. The exhaustion that comes with it had me falling asleep in front of and on the toilet; the sleep that is full of strange and unusual dreams so vivid I couldn’t figure out where I was at times.
Finally, about midnight, I allowed myself some crushed ice and a wee bit of Canada Dry.
A little before or after that, Matt threw up. Mike resigned himself to calling off work and being up all night. At about 6, he came to bed and said he hoped I was feeling better because he couldn’t go up the stairs one more time.
So, Matt seems fine, talkative as ever and feeling fine (though I am being cautious and allowing little to drink or eat thus far). Mike is in bed, Preston …
Mar 16 2008
Sick and tired
Preston, that is.
We came home from shopping on Friday afternoon and he was getting ready to play with his cars and suddenly he threw up all over the ottoman. Aside from wanting me to carry him from the car, he had no symptoms at all. Mike and I both panic and while I grab towels, he grabs the boy and makes a lovely trail to the bathroom.
SIGH.
After a couple of hours of this, I called the pediatrician who reacted with no surprise at all, saying it was going around and that once he stopped throwing up, he would start with the icky poos.
GREAT.
He actually seemed to get better pretty fast, but the explosive wet icky poo? NASTY. And still here this morning. He’s eating and drinking normally, but his poor butt, all red and irritated.
We’re supposed to go out to lunch for my brother’s birthday today…I hope he’s up to it.
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It’s become painfully obvious lately that Matt doesn’t listen to me very well AT ALL. And he’s lazy. So obviously, I have some work and changes ahead of me to nip this before it gets out of control.
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I spent almost 2 hours last night trying to sew something. I got …
Mar 14 2008
Oh my i(phone)!
The boys and I were out shopping yesterday (yipee, new shoes! yipee, IKEA!). When we got out of Ikea, I checked my phone, as usual, since there is NO signal in that big metal box. I slid my little slider thing on my iPhone and it stopped halfway across.
HUH?
I tried again. Same thing. I looked more closely and saw a long line leading up from my home button into the screen.
ACK!
I ripped my screen protector off, hoping against all hope that my optical-trained eyes were not really seeing a crack in glass. I rubbed frantically at the screen.
Cracked. Under the top layer. My beloved iPhone – cracked!!!! I clearly panicked. I showed the boys (because heaven knows, my 2 and 4 year olds would (a) feel my pain and (b) be able to fix it).
Once we got home I looked it up online. I called Apple. Chances were not good that I wasn’t going to have to shell out the big bucks to replace it. I was sad. When Mike got home I made an appointment and rushed out to the Apple Store to see what could be done.
The friendly Genius took one look and said “Oh, good, it’s just …
