get me outta here!

You know when I have written for awhile that something is going on. So I am sure no one will be surprised to find out that things around here have totally gone off the deep end.

Last weekend Anna Mae woke us up after she got sick in on the couch. She had a cough that kept waking Grace so we had let her sleep on the leather sofa. Then, just after I tucked her back in Tim announced that he did not feel well.

So both Saturday and Sunday were spent with Tim and Anna Mae suffering through what I though was a stomach bug. For a few minutes on Sunday Tim, armed with a lot of Tylenol went over to the grade school with Cole and Truman for the Pinewood Derby race. They received 3^rd place for the entire school – Yea!

On Monday the big kids did not have school, so I took Truman to school, Cole hid in the basement, and Grace and I did our best to avoid the sickness taking over our home.

Tuesday I started feeling like we were on the mend. Tim was still sick, but was up and about and Anna also seemed to be through the worst of it. I kept checking with the boys to be sure they were alright and sure enough when I went to bed I though things would just get better.

Around 5 a.m. my hopes were dashed when Truman was found crying outside my room. He was upset because his bed was making him feel so bad. He was burning up, so I gave Anna Mae the boot from the “sick couch” and replaced her with Tru. Anna moved to the big chair where she could rest and play.  I said good–bye to Tim and Cole who were headed off to work and school. When I got out of the shower I heard Grace and found her looking all glassy and also suffering with a fever. Anna Mae and I pulled the pack and play out of her closet and brought it down stairs. We decided it would be easier to have everyone in the same place than to be running around dealing with everyone in separate rooms.

At 3:30 p.m. Tim called to tell me that he would be home early as he did not feel well. Cole came in off the bus and hid in the basement for the rest of the night. I left Truman and Grace in the Living room, made dinner, fed Cole and Anna Mae, cleaned up, and at 6 p.m. called to find out where the heck he was. Still at the office was the short answer.

When he got home I should have realized something was up because he was on the computer all evening. By 9 p.m. all the requests for juice had been filled. Tylenol was fully administered. Cole’s homework was done and I had decided Anna was ready to go back to school.

This morning I woke up to Cole’s crying. He was lying on the steps burning up with a fever. I instantly decided that Anna was going to pay her dues and stay home to help me. Besides Tim had rushed back into life and he did not look so good when last I saw him. I called the grade school and the pre-school and made sure no one expected us to be anywhere today. I got Tru juice and re-tucked him into his “sick love seat.” Cole took over the couch with his own pillow, blanket, and bucket. Anna Mae is milking her sick days for all they are worth sipping juice and eating crackers from the love seat and Grace is not at all happy, but willing to be stuck in the pack and play.

Tim is upstairs unable to even roll over as he grumbles about how sick he is. Evidently he thought he would get enough done last night to be able to take another sick day this week. It sounds like most of his department is out with something that sounds like what we have… except his boss who is out with a kidney stone. If I had to choose I guess I would take this, however if Tim had a kidney stone at least it would not be contagious… sorry that’s not very nice…

So after I finish blogging I am going to start planning my spa vacation… if I don’t wake up puking or crying on the steps with a fever – I plan to make a run for it! Wish me luck!