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Oh, hallelujah, today is over. Mostly.

Yesterday was a looooooooong day.  Long.  Luckily, I felt pretty decent for most of it.

I survived it with advil and caffeine goodness and excitement about the pep rally and first game of the season. 

I got a phone call from the daycare owner when I was on my way to get Joshua telling me that he was running a fever again. And that he sounded worse than she’d heard him sound all week.  But there was work to be done so he and I went back to the school to help the girls get ready.  I’m so thankful for my co-instructor and my Guard moms who were there to help do hair and makeup and costuming.  So, so thankful.

Instead of staying for the pre-game dinner, Dan came to the school and took Joshua home. 

(Football season is always happy-sad for me.  I love high school football and school spirit and marching band and the entire atmosphere. I hate missing Joshua’s bedtime, even if it’s only one night a week.)

After I finally got home last night (around 10:00 p.m.) I was done. Exhausted. Over. It.

Joshua woke up a couple of times through the night moaning and coughing but never enough to need us, so at least we got some sleep.  But then he decided to get up at 5:30 this morning. And refused to go back to sleep.  And I could barely keep my eyes open despite the fact that my awesome husband made a pot of coffee for me and brought me a cup when it finished brewing, all before getting himself dressed and out the door for work.

I’d already decided that he was going to the pediatrician this morning, but the earliest you can call to schedule an appointment with them is 8:00.  And you can’t just be there waiting on them to open the doors. 

I called at 8:01 and got an appointment for 9:15.  Then I threw on some clothes and Joshua and I went to Chick-fil-A for breakfast.

Mmm…hash rounds!
What a life…

Pediatrician’s diagnosis?


My child has croup. 

She gave him a steroid and from everything I’ve heard and read, the steroid clears it up pretty quickly.  We were in and out of the doctor’s office in 25 minutes, tops.  It’s kind of bizarre how quickly the appointment went this morning, honestly.  (And in that 25 minutes, there’s no telling how much they made through insurance billing…but this really isn’t the time or place for that debate…)

Then it was off to the pharmacy to pick up his medicine. 

We finally made it back home and it was a good thing too because I was feeling worse the longer we were out. 

Joshua was ready for a nap around 10:45.  Woohoo!

I went immediately to bed. 

I was not impressed when Joshua woke up at noon.  Not impressed at all. 

I went to get him and it was clear he was still tired, so we snuggled into his nursery chair and he napped and I dozed off and on for another hour or so.  And that’s when the day started getting really hairy.

I was not feeling well.  At all.  My body was aching, my throat was hurting, my head was foggy, and I was tired. 

He was not feeling well.  At all.  He wanted to be held, but only if I was standing.  He didn’t want to be in the living room. He didn’t want to be in the bedroom.  He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to NOT eat.  He didn’t want to be picked up.  He didn’t want to be put down.  He DID want to climb all over me like I was a human jungle gym.  That made me hurt more. 

I cried.  I cried about how I was sorry I was failing him and I wished he could just tell me what he wanted with words instead of whining and hoping I’d get it right.  I cried about how I didn’t want to be sick and I wished I could just push through it and not let it get me down. 

Crying didn’t help.  There’s no crying in baseball, people.

Finally, the heavens opened up and the light shined down and it was 3:30 and Dan got home.  He took over toddler-patrol and I went right back to bed. 

Then?  Oh, then there were burritos.  We’ve discussed my love of the burrito, yes?  Dan went to Moe’s and brought me a Junior Triple Lindy.  I love him.  (Dan, not Moe. Moe just makes me fat. Dan takes care of me.)

Had it not been for Dan’s help, I wouldn’t have made it through the past few days.  He brought me soup and ice cream. He did the dishes.  He got up with the babe in the middle of the night.  He took care of him last night while I couldn’t be here.  He took care of him this afternoon so that I could rest. 

He’s awesome, and I’m glad I have him.  

Joshua is back in bed now and I am not far behind, I think. But maybe I’ll have some ice cream, first…

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