It's been a little while since I posted. A long long time ago, practically in the dark ages or better known as the time before I had children, I rarely got sick. When I did get sick it was always a big deal like viral meningitis or when I worked at the DA's office and got some really weird rash and a high fever and left a completely incoherent message on voicemail for my boss except that I was actually talking to a different co-workers voicemail. What can I say except that I'm impressed that I was even able to pick up the phone.
This year, though I think I have had more colds than I have had in the past ten years combined. In fact the last time I was at the doctor I asked her about it. She said it's probably because my older son (OS)is in school 5 days a week for the first time this year. She said it's pretty common for the parents to be sick a lot even though the kids are healthy.
This Monday OS had a cough. I didn't think too much of it, but when he barely touched his pizza at lunch I know something was amiss. When has OS ever refused pizza? Sure enough later that night he had a fever. He hasn't had one in about two years. I'm not joking. We still have the same bottle of Children's Tylenol I bought when he turned two so I wouldn't have to buy any more of the dinky little bottles of infant medicine. Then of course we had YS though...
Anyhow, we were lucky that the fever didn't even last 12 hours; he was up and fine in no time. I did keep him home from school for a couple days. Then the Big Giraffe got it. He did worse. Then I got it and spent several days feeling like I was coming down with something, eventually ending up with a fever over the weekend. Plus I've had some issues going on in my personal life (fortunately not with my hubby or sons) that just seem to make dealing with anything more difficult. So how was YS? Perfectly healthy fortunately leading me to wonder if this illness was bacterial since YS had to be on antibiotics for a while because of his surgery.
Hopefully that's it for colds this year. After all I have other life threatening worries to keep me occupied. Take for example the Hotwheel car that happened to just be placed oh so perfectly at the bottom of the stairs this afternoon. Guess who saw her life flash before her eyes. On a positive note though when I attend parenting class tomorrow and have to name either a good parenting moment, a good nurturing moment for myself, or a parenting moment I wish I had handled better I will be able to give an example of the third.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Adults are not meant to ride on Hotwheels, particularly starting at the bottom of their stairs.Labels: Child Health and Personal Care, Humor (at least Attempted), Mom-Care |
I'm sorry you've all been sick!