Everyone is getting sick. I guess that's what happens when Spring finally decides to show it's face. I don't understand, you'd think everyone would be all re-energized and feeling great when the sun is finally consistently out. But, no. I have two sickies in my house and we are definitely not going to the park or playing outside anytime soon.
Lizzie has only been sick once before this. It was pretty bad. Sneezing, coughing, slight fever, constantly runny nose, but not bad enough to warrant a trip to the doctor's office however. She doesn't seem as bad as last time, but it's still enough to have my world turned upside down. I hate it when she's sick. I feel so helpless. I can't do anything to make it feel better, or go away. We just have to wait it out. Which is by far the worst thing for me to do. I'd be okay with it, but being sick totally messes up everything normal in our house. Her nap schedule is non existent, even though she is so tired, she'll wake up multiple times in the middle of the night screaming, because she can't breathe well, and she doesn't eat very well either. All day long I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle trying to keep Lizzie from turning into Little Miss Cranky. I have to confess it's not working to well at all.
It doesn't help that daddy's sick too. He's the one who brought home the dreaded sickies and passed then on to Lizzie. Ben's awful when he's sick, and I'm afraid that Lizzie's going to be the same way. When I get sick all I want to do is sleep and to be left alone. There's just something about solitude that makes me feel better, but for Ben, well let's just say he really likes to be taken care off.
So much for my nice weekend with everyone home, going out and doing something fun. Instead I get to be "mommy" to two sickies! I just hope I don't get sick as well, otherwise we're all in trouble. I better go take some more airborne.
