...Stephanie, Kaitlynn, and Allison have been in survival mode. There will be no pics this post, as you would not want to view the scenes of the last couple of days! Monday evening, Kaitlynn came immediately from school, crawled into Greg's lap, and said the dreaded words, "Daddy, I don't feel good." He told her to go to bed, and she promptly obeyed and fell fast asleep. Since then she has struggled with fever and
diarrhea. Last evening, Allison wasn't acting quite right. She had finished her antibiotic for the ear infection, but this seemed different. At 7:30 this morning, she awoke with a nice surprise for me to clean up. Fever and
diarrhea. What a combo.
There is no feeling so helpless as to be holding the hand of one daughter who is sitting on the toilet sobbing because "it hurts" while the other is holding my skirt crying the most pitiful "
MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!" you have ever heard. Why was she crying? Because "it hurts". You can imagine. Because I haven't yet grown a third arm, I can only take care of one thing at a time, and although daddy is very helpful and sympathetic, mommy's touch is a little more "tender"...and tenderness is a necessity right now! :)
I am bummed because my dear friend Angie, along with her family, are the evangelists at our church's revival this week. I have yet to make it. :( Maybe we'll have some time for girl chat this weekend. Lord knows I'm gonna need it by then!
In other news, I was clearing the table after dinner this evening, when I realized that I hadn't heard from Allison in a couple of minutes. The other three were busy doing various things, so I went looking. The first thing that scared me was that someone had left the front door open. Allison knows how to get out, and she loves being out, so I am really harping on the door being shut all the way. I headed down the hall to my bedroom, and found the door closed and locked.
Hmmm. I couldn't hear any noise on the other side of the door, so after consulting with daddy (who was in the shower), I went outside to try to look through the window. About that time, Ryan was able to unlock the door (leave it to the 9-year-old), and found Allison with an open bottle of
Robitussin. Some was in the floor, and by the smell of her mouth, she had a taste. I have no idea how to measure her "taste" since I don't know how much was in the bottle to begin with, but I have long ago given up rushing to the ER over every little thing. My philosophy is, "If it doesn't kill her, she'll be fine."
So...how's your week?