One of *those* days

Call it PBD - post-birthday-depression - or just life as it happens to be right now, but yesterday sucked with a capital S. Both of the minis have been sick as dogs with springtime allergies and strep throat (not to be confused with swine flu - you overly-freaking-out people). For the last two weeks we've been in and out of the pediatrician many times ... I've had to beg for appointments (see above comment on swine flu and mad dash on "sick" visits at the pediatrician) and while there, we've averaged 2 hours in the office - mostly waiting - per visit. And of course any good visit to the pediatrician is followed up with an equally painful visit to the pharmacy to wait for medicine that is out of stock since every child in this area is on the same medicine ... so same game continues at all pharmacies in a 15 mile radius of the house. The complete cycle of - #1 is sick enough he needs to be seen by someone ... to ... proper medicine in my child so he can actually sleep and stop screaming, wheezing, gasping for air - was about 18 hours long. A similar scenario happened for #2 a week later. And now we're in the "brief re-check" world for both - where we fight for an appointment, show up early, wait 45 minutes past our appointment time, then the doctor briefly examines child. It's worth it ... I need the peace of mind that my kid is improving since I can't hear whatever they hear in his lungs, but I have done nothing but drive to and from doctor or pharmacy, administer medicine or snuggles ... or the well deserved time-outs since plethora of medication has made the boys higher than kites ... for the last two weeks. No work, No exercise, No dance party, No date nights, No nada. Yesterday was my first day back to work on any sort of "normal" schedule and my first day back in the office in over a week. So I stayed up late to do a week's worth of work the night before. After sleeping peacefully for 25 minutes, someone needed medicine, a drink of water, another tuck in, a rock in the rocker ... We all got up at 6:15 the next morning for the day and after I got everyone dressed (and me in big girl - don't touch me, Mommy's going to work today - clothes), fed, medicined, lunches packed, dropped at school and drove to work - I arrived at 10:30 AM ... and then I quit my job.

I quit for a whole 5 seconds until my boss (who rocks) said, "so what's the real problem? What can I do to help? I'll approve a personal LOA today if you want it." ... And I'm not sure what the answer is yet, but I'm working on a number of things that will hopefully make life during my work days a little easier. Mr. Right was thrilled when I told him we needed to start looking for a wife.

The boys continue to give me reasons for laughing through the tears ...
#1 was tucking #2 in last night and said, "you're a big boy now - you're 2 years old. Now we just need a bigger house and you can sleep in my room with me." Never mind the fact that #1 already has a room large enough for both of them ... he's already prepping me for the shiny new car on his 16th birthday. Thankfully for me, by the time he can drive the laws will have changed and he'll be 21 and about to make his own money. After he tucked his brother in, I tucked him in and laid with him for awhile. I closed my eyes and just listened ... "Mommy, I know I am supposed to be a good boy and use manners, but I am a fighter. My body is fighting these terrible allergies so I need to fight, fight all the time. I need to use my hands and feet and be a really good fighter. So I can't be a good boy right now. Maybe when these terrible allergies go away I can be a good boy again and get my Spider-Man things back." For all of our sakes, let's hope that is soon.