The Flashlight family had one of those weekends, and it has carried into this week. We went “big grocery shopping” on Saturday (good thing!) and Tim mentioned a couple of times that he felt funny. I assumed it was a Man Cold (YouTube link) but is seems to have been something much unfunnier. He has spent the last 2 days trying to keep down water. We’re up to watered-down Gatorade and bouillon for him. YUM!
Funny conversation Sunday night:
Mary: (grabbing the cup on the edge of the bathtub) You want some of this Gatorade?
Tim: (answering from somewhere down inside the bowl) I think the cat may have drank out of it. Do you think it’s still OK?
The boys both have colds – a newborn having a cold is just AWESOME, y’all! Plus, since we went to Dale Jr’s 6 month appointment last week (which is probably where we all picked up the germs), and were roundly scolded for not having him already on “3 meals, plus a snack,” of solid foods, we’ve been trying to shove more food into him. And that? Has resulted in unpleasant tummy. Screaming, crying, straining, unpleasant tummy. Today I tried adding prunes to the mix, and have decided we’ll have to work up to those 3 meals plus snack.
The J-man is constantly wiping his nose with his sleeve, which means that he has a sore spot underneath his nose, and some serious cheek chappage. I wish there was some way to teach him to blow his nose, but I can’t figure it out. It’s not like he’s going to mimic me doing it. He’ll also hand us a tissue and ask for “no z” but that just gets the tiny bit under his nose, and doesn’t really help because right after we use the tissue, he swipes with this sleeve again anyway. He’s been watching WAY too much Laurie Berkner and Signing Time, but that’s about how much I can handle while carrying around the other sick baby.
And then there’s me. I’ve been OK, except getting a cold, but am being worn down by the lack of sleep, and keeping up with 2 sick kids and 1 sick husband. I now sound as though I am a 55-year-old, 40 pack-a-day smoker.
Thank goodness for Pepaw who came over on Monday, and for my friend Elly who came over on Sunday night when I thought I might have to take Tim to the ER.
We’ll be back!