Are we better yet?

Just wanted to thank you all for your warm wishes and comments. Although I still feel like crap today, it's a slightly less crappy feeling if you know what I mean. It gives me hope that I may just be on the mend. I guess I will know tonight whether or not I get my nightly round of fever and chills.

It didn't help that O has now become sick. You know when your usually rambunctious 2 1/2 year old son tells you that he is tired and you turn around to find him asleep on the couch. When he subsequently wakes up crying so much that no matter how much you hustle in your sick exhausted state to get him a bottle to soothe him he promptly throws up from said excessive crying. When my son gets sick and mucousy, it makes him gag and then he throws up really easy.

Add to this that you had told the realtor yes you will show the house on the morrow because at the time your one sick child was recovering and you felt reasonably better at that moment. Only to find yourself feverish and child #2 starts to complain of a headache and child 3, well as I said he spewed, not once, not twice but three times. All before daddy came home. yeah.

Then you get to clean house. More yeahs. Can you feel the sarcasm? My husband assured me he would help. Which he did but not as much as I would have liked him too. He spent more time playing with the kids, which was good cause they needed some attention, but still. He kind of tuckered out by 9:30 and that was it while I was dragging my wheezing arse around picking up toys. yeah.

So the yard never got picked up. Boo. I'm sure the inlaws were thrilled but I don't care. We left early cause O started to cry after having passed out on the couch again for an hour this a.m. Again, not normal behaviour for him. So I had to get him out quick before he starting spewing again. It was too late to cancel the showing. So I got him to stop crying with the promise of going to get donuts. Yes I occasionally bribe my children. It worked. He didn't really want to eat the donuts once he got them but it worked to get him out of the house peacefully. I tried to drop J off at preschool but I couldn't do my normal routine of going in with her cause I was sick and O was sick in the van. She wouldn't take her shoes off for the teacher or anything so I ended up coming back and taking her home again. I realized later that it wasn't fair to push her into doing it a different way when we had established routines that she was comfortably (she's an exceptionally shy child). She had already cried when Nana dropped her off the day before apparently cause it wasn't me taking her. I asked her if she just wanted to drive around and eat donuts with us. She liked that idea.

So we went to the beach and parked. I got 15 blissfully quiet moments to drink my coffee and eat a donut (although I didn't really want them myself) while my children were enthralled by this giant lime green parachute kite being flown in the field by the beach. My daughter thought it looked like a giant green caterpillar. My children must have looked like eager dogs panting to get out of their cages as they stood in front of the half down side window with their little fingers leaving sticky donut prints all over the glass while they gleefully watched the kite soar. They especially liked it when it crashed down and then would go up again.

It perked them up so much we went for a walk on the beach and we did that old favourite standby of tossing rocks into the ocean. Tomorrow they have all but gotten me to promise I'd take them back to the big park. sigh. ;)