Friday, April 18, 2008

TGIF Updates

Yesterday afternoon I started getting sicker, and barely held on through the end of the day. A brief list of things I screwed up yesterday:
I was supposed to tell Chip to call Max's mom at the end of the day to find out if the boys were at Max's or at the park. Instead I let him go to Max's, only to find out the kids were at the park. Oops.
I left this message yesterday afternoon, ". . .you can call me back at my office, uh, the number is . . . I should know this! Uh. . ."
I asked my MIL to give me a good time for the kids to call her, then called her 30 minutes after that time. Needless to say, she was not there to answer.
I put Chloe in bed in just her underwear without one last bathroom stop. Chip shooed me away and took care of the potty and the pjs.
At that point I watched The Office and went to bed at 8:50.

It didn't do me much good, though, since now everything aches. Scalp, eyeballs, neck, torso, legs- everything. It keeps me from getting comfortable, so sleep is difficult. I'm going to try again in a few minutes, though, because it's too hard to keep my eyes open. I still don't have a fever, which is strange since this is the sickest I've been in a long while.

But enough about me, what about the rest of the family?


Connor is starving. He has eaten as much in the last week as he had eaten in the month leading up to it. I'm expecting him to wake up one morning and discover that his pajamas became three inches too short overnight. His hunger has not, however, led him to try new foods. He is just eating a lot more of the same, and demanding a bedtime snack so the he doesn't go to bed hungry.

Chloe now sleeps in the big bed in her room. Much as you would expect, it was all her idea. She simply pointed to the bed and said, "I seep up dere." I guess I'll need to do some furniture rearranging in there sooner or later, but for now we're content to let all of her stuffed animals and dolls reside on the discarded toddler bed.


Chip has a doctor's appointment this afternoon, because we think he has shingles. That's right. I know he's prone to sympathetic illness whenever I'm sick, but this is taking it a bit too far. I'll let him update this update once he sees the doctor, because right now, frankly, I'm speechless.

3 comments:

warren said...

Shingles, eh?
My dad came down with shingles the last day or two we were visiting them in CA. He thought the sores were poison oak/ivy. ...first Satchel, then Jiro came down with chicken pox less than a week later.

So prepare yallselves...

Stacey Greenberg said...

hope you feel better steph! (and possibly chip!)

Phillip said...

I had the shingles when Melissa was pregnant with Ella. It was an ordeal, and folks treat you like a leper...