Friday, June 25, 2010

Holy Crap, Was It The Plague?

I have been sicker than the proverbial dog these past two days. I haven't been this sick in over 2 years! The last time I was this out of it, I had to beg Joe to come home early from work because I literally could not lift my head off the pillow. He came in the door to what he called the "crack house" of pictures askew, toys, pillows, food, etc all over the place. The baby was in her exersuacer, happily, thank God, but the boys were running around like crazed animals.

This time, the situation was similar, only Joe didn't come home from work early (or offer to stay home, which prompted a big shouting match today, but that's another story for another time) so when he waltzed through the door after 1 AM this morning, he found me exactly where he'd left me 10 hours earlier--on the couch in the same clothes I had worn for the past 2 days. Bed head does not even begin to describe what I had and let's not even discuss the breath I was sporting that required a Haz-Mat suit just to get near. There were things all over the floor that I don't even remember seeing before: Food. Blankets. Books. Just random crap. Toys. The worst part? I don't actually know what my 1 year old did all day. I had Joe gate the kitchen before he left for work, so I know he was safe from falls or getting hurt, but he scooted around on his belly (because he refuses to crawl) all day while I fell in and out of that dazed sleep that happens when you are so sick you feel like you're dying. A little bit of hallucination, etc. Thank goodness for R and L (the 5 and 4 year olds). They are such big helpers. I would open my eyes every so often and yell out "What's M doing?" and wait for the boys to answer. Isn't that pathetic? And if anyone is gonna give me grief for his "safety being in jeopardy," you can bite me and or come over next time and take the kids for a while so I can actually get some rest.

Somehow, I scraped myself off the couch long enough to put a pot of water on to boil, then I ran back to the couch. I got up again when it boiled and added the macaroni, set the timer for 7 minutes and ran back to the couch. When the timer went off, it is surely by the grace of God that I was able to make macaroni and cheese, butter some bread and serve it and sit up long enough to feed the baby. I made him a bottle, and somehow got everyone upstairs to bed. Then you know what I did? That's right-I went back down to the couch. (I must have been pretty delirious not to go to my bed at that point...)

The rest of the day is a blur. I changed diapers and made bottles/got drinks as necessary and got them in bed at bedtime, but we skipped brushing teeth since I couldn't stand that long and FINALLY got everyone tucked in. E decided she was going to continue screaming at me that she didn't want to go to sleep. I was this close to caving and giving her the bottle. I would have bought her a new car at that moment. ANYTHING to get some peace. I begged. I pleaded. I tried to reason. And then I settled on threatening her. It worked.

And then I passed out.

I woke up when Joe came in the door. I apologized (half-heartedly) for the mess and then got up to go to bed. This morning, I woke up with the worst case of couch back ever. I thought I was back with the living, but realized too soon that whatever I have is lingering just a bit longer. Prayers are welcome. I don't say that lightly. A mom truly never gets sick days, does she?
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