It is Sunday morning and normally we would be sitting at church listening to a wonderful sermon on love. Instead I am finally getting a break and drinking coffee at my computer with the office door closed. It is nice. Our world has been chaotic since Saturday morning. First, Ainsley woke up with a fever. By the evening, Madie was sick with a 103 fever. Like dominoes. Ben and I are desperately trying keep healthy. Cross my fingers it will work.
Chris came home from the wedding last night exhausted. I tell him my frustration of not getting anything done that afternoon and watching three Harry Potter movies in a row, and he responds with jealousy. I guess I can see that. It was nice to sit for several hours. But I was sitting with Ainsley who insisted on being held while she struggled with a high fever (which meant she was constantly moving in my lap). Any time I would get up she would yell for me to come back. Then there was Madie who when she finally started running her fever wanted to be held too (a little hard to do for all of them at the same time). And poor Ben just wanted to talk about the movie all during the movie. Geez. Poor kid just needed some attention too.
I closed my eyes during one of the movies and Ainsley was curled in my lap going through her sight word flash cards. It was at that moment that she decided she needed my help. So she would periodically pull open my eyelid and ask if this word was ____. I would correct her or tell her that she is right, and she would let go of my eyelid. After the tenth time, I told her to leave my eyelids alone. It had been a long day.
Of course, it didn’t end at 10:00pm. After I finally got everyone tucked in, I started cleaning the house. And low and behold . . . Ainsley started screaming for me again. Her fever had spiked and she had started throwing up mucus. Lovely. I tried to get her to crawl into our bed, but she kept writhing and screaming about her head (poor baby) and it was actually waking up Chris (poor baby). I took her back to her bed and we both finally feel asleep around 4am. Only to be awaken by Ben at 8 this morning. “Mom. There’s a phone call for you.” Thanks Ben. This is good and bad. This is good because my son knows to get me up to answer the phone instead of doing it himself, but bad because it meant I had to finally get up. Yuck.
So this morning started as a repeat of yesterday. The girls’ fever has broken so they are feeling well enough to eat breakfast and change their clothes for the day. So I am taking a moment to be by myself. Yeah for me! Hopefully this will last the rest of the day, but odds are not with me. This will be short-lived and we will be back to the sick routine by the afternoon.
The Puddles 
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