The Puddles

I shouldn’t have said anything yesterday.  Doggone it.  I knew it when I did it.  When will I ever learn?

Ainsley is running a fever again and continues to have digestive issues.  So far it is just 101.  I hope it is just her body’s way of burning off the few remaining germs.  Needless to say, I am so weary.  Weary in the heart and in my soul from all of this.  I really need her to get better.  It is such a hopeless feeling watching her in pain.

I am back from my midnight run to Walmart (well my 10:00-1:00am run really).  Chris is gone all day again tomorrow and I am home with all of them (as it has been for the last week).  At least I got to go real grocery shopping and not just getting all of my groceries at Target (and no . . . it is just the grocery store kind of store. but they at least sell bread and milk).  I think I have replenished the chicken noodle soup (we went through four cans this week), the jello(only because my mother swears it is the best for a sore stomach.  but I still think it is gross.), real fruit and vegetables (not the canned kind), and mashed potatoes (because Miss A asked me for them.  so sweet.).

And to top off my evening . . . Madie doesn’t feel good.  I just pray that this passes and she doesn’t get sick either.  The doctor called today and told us to keep doing what we are doing and that there is nothing else that we can do to help Ainsley at this time.  The rest of her labs should come back tomorrow and hopefully tell us what the heck is wrong with her.

Time to unload the groceries and get ready to face another rough night and day.