Colin pointed out that it has been awhile since I have posted anything. There are a few reasons for that as we have had some stuff going on. Let me detail it for you.
Last week on Sunday Ryan came up from watching Star Wars (again, sigh...) and said that he was hot. Because Ryan likes to act out all of the fight scenes complete with a light saber and Rocket from "Little Einsteins", I didn't really think anything of it. With hindsight being 20/20, I should have paid a bit more attention. He came into our room around 4:00 in the morning and said he thought he was going to throw up. I am happy to say that he made it to the bathroom each time. I am sorry to say that he threw up six times over the following 48 hours. He was so sad and it broke my heart.
Wednesday was a day of playing catch-up. I was busy all day. Wednesday night I wasn't feeling so well so I went to bed after dinner. I had a headache, sore throat and my stomach wasn't feeling so great. I was sure it was the power of suggestion and that I was just tired. No such luck. When I woke up my throat felt like there were razor blades inside and even my hair hurt. In short, I was dying. A quick trip to the doctor showed that somebody had shared Strep Throat with me.
When Colin came home from school I asked him if he could get Ryan off the bus because I had Strep. He said, and I quote, "I told you all week I didn't feel good and you didn't believe me." This is true. He had been telling me that his throat and stomach had hurt, but he would say this as he was going about his daily routine. He had no fever and was acting normal.
On Friday I sent Colin to school but made an appointment for him at lunch time. Before the doctor even took the throat culture he said he had strep. Usually it takes forever for him to come back, but this time the door hardly even closed behind him before he was back with the results. I almost cried. How could I have missed this? More importantly, how was Colin functioning when I was sure that I wanted to crawl into my bed and sleep for a week.
Just when I thought it was safe to come back and face the world, Colin started complaining that his stomach hurt. I tried to chalk it up to the medicine upsetting his stomach, only to be faced with another child throwing up for another 48 hours.
Today was the first day that everyone was where they are supposed to be. I think we are all back to a good place, and the cleaning ladies came yesterday to help disinfect the palace. Here is to better days ahead.