All the kids are sick, except Pumpkin, who says she was sick before thank you very much and is fine NOW.  Technically, even though she says she wasn’t sick five minutes ago, NOW she claims to be ’sicker’ than her sisters AND her parents thank you very much. HA. The inconsistent mind of a 14 yr old. I’m now going to finish this blog entry by mySELF. Harumph.

AS I WAS SAYING… we’re sick, most of us.  The PERTINENT PEOPLE (she is still reading over my shoulder) ARE SICK.  People are walking around with their own personal boxes of kleenex and a grocery bag for the used ones.  Repeated hollers of ‘COVER YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU COUGH’ echo through the house. I have work to do before we start school back up on Monday and no energy to do it. The Christmas clean up has been interrupted and life begins again in a matter of days.

It’s not as bad as it could be, my good friend in WI has had much more severe illness for much longer, puking viruses back to back in her family.  Poor dear… Yet as she says, God is good. I’m so grateful for Dayquil, Nyquil, kleenex, toilet paper, chicken ramen, and any number of other things.  I’m also grateful for the new MP3 player I got at Christmas. Pity we didn’t have those when I was bearing children… I’ve got audible valium on mine and it really does help one relax.

Yesterday Cricket woke up feeling bad. Having shared the virus courtesy of our youngest, I hoped to head it off at the pass. We gave her some meds and had her spend the day in bed, hopeful that would be the end of it.  By last night, she was her usual peppy self and I anticipated a good school day today.  Then this morning, I’m putting on my shoes only to be arrested by this same child saying Mom I think I’m gonna throw up… I sent her running for the bathroom and followed her only to have her try for a bit and then almost pass out on me.  Carried her to my bed with her looking completely washed out and her eyes rolling back in her head, gave her more meds, and settled her down for another day in bed. 

Ever since this child was so horribly sick and hospitalized last August during Hurricane Katrina, dh and I have our hearts in our throats when she feels sick… and this time is no different.  Evidently the ‘pattern’ was familiar enough that even she felt a bit alarmed this morning, saying weaking how she really didn’t want to go into the hospital again.  She is able to keep food down since having had the anti-nausea meds but standing up makes her lose it again…

So much for a normal day, but that is the least of my worries… Thank goodness for history on tape!