We ushered in the wee hours Sunday with Amelia running a high fever and frustrated to tears with a runny nose that just wouldn’t quit and a coughing jag that led to her throwing up in the kitchen, mostly on the hubby, which both terrified her and woke up big sister. I think Amelia and I were both up at about 4:45 a.m. for the day. The hubby took Caitlin to Wal-Hell Sunday morning to pick up generic children’s Motrin and Dimetapp along with Gatorade and tissues as well as a boat load of food from Jim ‘n Nick’s. Their cheese muffins are dee-vine and I knew we’d need the extra nourishment good Sunday barbecue provides to survive another long-ass 24 hours of sickness.
One minute Amelia was feverish, lethargic, and completely zombied out on the couch watching Blue’s Clues, the next minute she was screaming her head off but wouldn’t let me rock her or touch her with a 10 foot pole (her pediatrician informed me at her 2-year physical that the tube had come out of her right ear and I would bet money on her having a horrific ear ache), and the next minute she was happily painting with water colors at the kitchen table and trying to drink the paint water concoction which she insisted on calling juice. Well it was purple.
And also? Caitlin has had intermittent diarrhea for two days. Today we all woke up under the weather and I took a sick day.
The dogs are having their share of ailments as well. Bailey has an abcessed molar and I am trying to remember to lace pepperonis and cheese with antibiotics for her twice a day. She’s getting knocked out on Wednesday for a doggie teeth cleaning. I guess nearly 10 years of table scraps will wreak havoc on a dog’s teeth. And also, she does not have a giant tumor on her side like I’d convinced myself in a fit of despair. It’s fat. Apparently she is retaining fat on just one side of her long doggy belly. That’s my girl!
Oh yes, Lady Luck was on our side this weekend.
It was also unseasonably cold and drizzly and dank and downright depressing outside all weekend, the kind of weather that has you wondering when you’re going to finally be able to complain about the fine Middle Tennessee humidity. The hubby worked Saturday morning and by the time he got home I had that “Here’s Johnny” psycho twinkle in my eyes and I was just dying to get out of the house. My dad watched Amelia while we took Caitlin to the YMCA for a kids’ health fair and to TCBY afterwards, because I might as well teach her now that the reward for going to the gym is frozen yogurt topped with Reese’s Pieces.
So do you ever wonder how in the world mothers survived just 100 years ago? How did they make it without extra soft lotion infused Kleenex and Motrin and running water and DVD players and hand sanitation gel and McDonald’s Happy Meals?
No doubt I would have failed Pioneer Mothering 101. I love my modern conveniences. And besides, calico doesn’t do a thing for me.