My blog friend Vivi has been battling the "fever" at her house for a long, long time now. I had to laugh that she dubbed it such. Here at our house the fever has taken hold and will not let go. Carver and Lily and Zinabu all had bouts with really bad colds, recovered, then began round two. Zinabu has not officially breathed through his nose in about 25 days. Lo and behold, Carver just started sniffling and sneezing once more. I, myself, am getting nervous that I have the flu and not just a really, really bad cold. A really bad cold does not make you feel like dog doo underneath a garbage truck. I now understand why they put horses with broken legs down. Please, somebody, come put me out of my misery.
I could not sleep last night I was so congested. I watched an infomercial on acne products. I also have aches and chills and have not eaten much other than some grapes and dry Cheerios. I am chugging tea and juice, though, so even though all I want to do is lie on the couch and moan, I have to get up and empty my bladder every hour.
This is the hardest part of motherhood--being sick and still needing to feed and water my children. When I woke up this morning I spent a good 10 minutes telling my stomach not to vomit, and it has been downhill from there. David left this morning at 6:45 and will not get home until 10:30. I kept looking at the clock, telling myself "Just get through the next 5 minutes." Made breakfast. Packed lunches. Got kids to school. Collapsed in bed. Picked Z up. Went to Target for drugs. Noticed I was wearing 2 different shoes. When the salesperson said, "How are you today?" I actually looked her in the eye and said, "HORRIBLE!" I believe I scared her. If not my attitude, then the mismatched shoes and sweatshirt covering my pajama top. I feel a little unbalanced.
Right now I am letting the kids do pretty much whatever they want, except eat sugar straight out of the sugar jar. But who knows... when I'm moaning and writhing they might be sneaking spoonfuls in. All I have to do now is watch the clock and keep plugging along, 5 minutes at a time. I am dreaming of bedtime like there's no tomorrow.