Saturday night Trout had her first sleepover outside of the family, and she had a great chance to bond with a little girl from her school and also from our church. I hope it helps with the teasing in school. I haven't had much time to think about it too much because she came home from the sleepover, said she'd only gotten 1/2 hour of sleep the night before, and went up to bed and slept most of the day. Instead of taking her out to finish selling Girl Scout cookies (her first year doing so), she slept, and BigDaddyFish and I tackled a huge amount of my Stampin' Up, scrapbooking, and general mess in the basement. I probably threw out or designated for donation/sale about 1/3 of my stuff, which is good because I had way too much, and as I've mentioned before I have clutter issues. Trout got up in the afternoon, and we ordered pizza for dinner, but she didn't eat much, which is weird because for Trout, pizza is a food group. She puts the pick in picky. By nightfall I noticed she was feeling warm, and took her temp. 102.8. Other than that and the fatigue, no other symptoms. So we had her sleep it off, but of course she was well enough to fight with her sibs and make incredible messes and whine that I wouldn't let her go out in the snow.
Little Man started his river of snot on Saturday, and by Sunday it was just a continuous waterfall of snot, just everywhere. He won't use tissues, and he won't blow his nose, so he dragged this disgusting, filthy, vile towel around and swiped at his face every couple of minutes, leaving a slug trail of glistening technicolor slime across his cheek. I vaselined up his face, but he still has a snot-burn between his nose and upper lip, even though he really isn't running much anymore.
Trout is all better and is going back to school tomorrow, Little Man is all better and is going back to school tomorrow, so guess what? Yup. You got it. 7 and 5 year olds just can't seem to grasp the concept of germs, and they wanted to play, and felt well enough to, and so.........
Sunny and Nemo have runny noses. Poor Nemo is just so congested, and he can't really blow his nose, so I have to suction him, which is just torture to the little guy. He tries to nurse and he chokes on his snot.
So that's where I've been, running around the house with tissues and Clorox wipes and washing my hands every 5 minutes or so, cracking my skin and making my hands bleed. Trout told me "Mommy, you're bleeding! You should do something about that." Yeah, thanks, kid. I'll get right on that.
Oh, yeah, Friday night Trout did me the favor of breaking the bouncy seat, so now I have to carry Nemo everywhere, and the only place I can put him down where he is still somewhat elevated is in the swing, which isn't very cushy, so his head is getting flatter. The metal frame of the bouncy seat actually broke in two; Trout denies standing on it, but I really don't think it could have happened any other way. So a new one is on its way, but rather serendipitously, I got word from www.babyhawk.com today that my wonderful, generous friend J bought me a gift certificate there (Thank you, J, you are lovely), so sometime in the next two to three weeks I should have a beautiful mei tai carrier (this is the one I picked, with Natural straps). In the mean time, my biceps are quickly looking like Hulk Hogan's, and my back looks like an 87 year old woman which, when you are 4'10", means your 7 year old is awfully close to being taller than you. And my hands are still bleeding.
Anyone want to guess how long before my snot starts?
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