A Whole Bunch of Stuff, with a Side of Ewww!

It is 2:31am right now. Why am I awake? Tonight the kids are all quiet in bed. This wasn't the case last night or the night before. The past couple of nights my boys have been sick. Throw up sick. My 8 yr-old sweet boy knocked on our door last night. He said quietly, "I just puked..". The perfect words to wake up any parent in the middle of the night.

I am grateful my girls have not caught it. I am hoping they don't. But who knows. This has been a cursed house this last month. Sickness has reigned supreme. We were all just getting better when this stomach virus hit.

Today we spent the day cleaning. Changed bedding for the upteenth time this week. I borrowed my in-laws carpet cleaner. The furniture and the carpet in the bedrooms get it tomorrow. (The rest of the house is tiled.)

I was so grateful my husband had this Friday off work. He works nine days, nine hour shifts and gets every other Friday off. He was thinking "Yay! Four day weekend!" But then I put him to work. Muhahahah.

One of the saddest things in the world is to watch a baby throw up. My baby started throwing up at his well check dr's appt on Wednesday. He weighed 21 lbs and then promptly threw up on the floor of the exam room. The pediatrician was all like, "How long has he been doing this?" I told her it just started. Really odd timing don't ya think? Course then the two yr-old gets all sick the next day. But the baby was doing better so I thought it's just a 24 hour kind of thing. But the baby was sick again today. Finally got him to keep down some gatorade. The pediatrician on Wednesday actually told me to give him some pedialyte. I must have been in some mood because I just laughed at her. I have yet to meet a kid who will drink that crud. We well meaning mothers keep buying it on the advice of those well meaning pediatricians but none of my kids would take it. So, I honestly asked her what kid drinks that stuff? Really it is so unlike me to be that blunt. Well that blunt to someone I admire and like. So, I just bought the baby some gatorade. He was able to keep some down before he went to bed. I am soooo grateful.

Anyway, this has been so run-on-ish. Remember..I told you in a previous post..I Am the TANGENT QUEEN. I just usually edit them all out before posting. After 11 years of marriage I have finally learned to preface new tangents by telling my husband, "this is totally unrelated" before continuing. It helps our conversations immensely.

Oh, I just misspelled immensely. I put an e at the beginning instead of an i. Thank goodness for spell checkers. Spelling has never been my strong suit. I just usually know enough to double check before posting. Tho (and my tho's are intentional misspellings so they don't count) when I don't feel well I don't always double check when I write comments places. I butchered a word in a comment today (well, Friday, but since I haven't gone to bed for the night yet...). It has been bugging me since I realized it. See talk about tangents. This really is all connected with the topic of this post. I promise.

See, I let it out in the paragraph above, why I am up at this horrendous hour of the night/morning. I caught the stomach virus. It makes sense. After all, I've been the one snuggling with the sick babies. I just haven't thrown up like this since I was pregnant, with a girl. That was over six years ago! I got a lot sicker with my girls than my boys. That happen to you? Ok, now that is just getting off topic.

I can't sleep when I am waiting to know it is all over. So, I got up to see if I there was a post in me yet. That reminds me of the They Might Be Giants song.. Number Three..
Sometimes I feel like that...
Like I still have things to say, but I just am not sure how to do it..

I really want to post about how I was finally properly diagnosed as being bipolar. I haven't felt well and so I fear my concentration is lacking so desperately I won't be able to get it out of me right. So, I am putting it off until I get better.

Now to something totally unrelated:

Monday, Memorial Day, is the day my entire family (everyone who can) travels to visit my dad's grave. He was buried in his families plot in a little farming community in southeastern Arizona. It is a 3 1/2 hour drive. It is in a city cemetery that the city doesn't keep up. So we pack the racks and hoes and go clean things up. This is the one time a year when the whole family tries to go all together. I have two brother's who within the last year have moved out of state. We will miss them.

While it is wonderful to get together and all...It is a tough trip. My oldest still cries on occasion because she misses grandpa. These trips often bring a lot of that back out of her. She and I can usually talk it through and she is okay with it all again. She has such a sensitive heart. I love her for it, but it is so hard to see her struggle with it too.

I miss my dad too.

I hope everyone is well enough for the trip on Monday. So, I guess it was a related topic after all.

I hope you are all healthy and happy right now. I'm going to go try to lay down and sleep again.