The Puddles

That’s the verdict from the doctor’s office today.  They called to say that most of the tests came back and are negative.  That they are pretty positive that this is a virus that will last 7 to 10 days.  They probably think that I am one of those annoying mothers who constantly bothers them with my daily phone call, but I would really like some answers.  So I guess I got some.  It is not what I would have wished for (the whole  . . . this will last another 3 days thing), but at least it is something.

I don’t mean to be testy with these poor doctors but they are not the one at home with a sick little girl.  Who goes between crying because her tummy hurts after eating or while spending hours in the bathroom everyday . . . and whining because she is bored (during her good moments). The doctors aren’t the ones who have to sit for hours in the bathroom with her every night and day while she cries and you feel pretty helpless or have her sleep by your side every night so you can get the bucket in time for her to throw up or to give her medicines when her fever starts up again.   I have been housebound since last Thursday evening when Ben started us off with getting sick. I know that this is my job as a mother and I don’t mind doing it, but I am at the point of going completely insane.  It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t Christmas time on top of all of my other normal obligations.

Now the other two are home and I have to drive them down to Papa G’s house so that he can take them to Angleton for a Christmas party.  At least Papa is helping us out.  I was not looking forward to driving with Ainsley the 2 hours it takes to get there and 2 hours back.   So Papa is helping us out.  Then Ainsley and I will come back and try to get our lovely (but germy and chaotic) home back to create some semblance of order.  We are getting ready for another day of being grounded at home.  This too shall pass.  In 20 years, I am sure that I will look back at this time fondly but right now . . . I am ready to be done.