I agreed to switch weekends with someone again, which, inevitably screws with my head. When you don’t have two days off in a row for two consecutive weeks, things start to get foggy. I normally have a bunch of “balls in the air” at work that I have a hard enough time juggling without dropping, but add in scheduling confusion, a sick baby, a sick self, and attempting to get back into a workout routine– well I have a feeling the entire month of March is going to be a bust.
Simon was pukey sick on Monday morning. I hadn’t had to deal with vomit in a long long time (think day care days in the late nineties) and he woke up in a pukey bed. Then he was crying pathetically as we held him over the sink in the bathroom immediately when he woke up, dry heaving. It was so sad. Then I tried to get him to eat a few bites of cereal later in the morning, and he puked it back up, crying again. Gabe and I decided to split up our sick time. I was supposed to work 12-9, and he was supposed to work 9-6. So he came home a little early, I went in late. We were pretty sure most of Simon’s pukey issues had to due with swallowing all the drainage from his HORRIBLE head cold. He didn’t have a fever, but felt absolutely miserable. I hate having to send him anywhere when he feels so sick, so we kept him home and tag teamed the childcare duties.
Tuesday I had a doctor’s appointment and worked late again, so I had him in the morning and he seemed a little better, but still wasn’t right. I took him to the sitter, and then went to my doctor’s appointment. I called after my appointment and she said he still hadn’t eaten (this is day two with very very little food) but she put him down for a nap. I went into work, and then Gabe texted me later that he had to go pick him up early because Simon had a fever. 😦
Today, I guess he was a little better, and ate all his lunch (hooray!) but his fever spiked again in the evening and the sitter texted gabe at 5:30 to let him know. So tonight we gave him some Tylenol and put him to bed after having a watered-down bottle of milk. He’s still coughing a lot and I think the fever might be due to his one last bottom front tooth that hasn’t quite cut through yet. Big sigh, it’s been a rough week already.
I just keep counting down to next Thursday. I took the day off because the sitter is out of town, and my mom is coming Friday to watch Simon while I’m at work. Then we have two glorious days off in a row. I can’t wait for those two days. I mean, I just want to be home and with my two buddies, and hopefully recuperate. I’ve got a nasty cold again, but am starting to feel a little better, and have been going to the gym in spite of it, because I realize that it helps my sanity at work to burn off some negative energy. Tomorrow I work 2-6 so we’ll have the morning to chill out and hopefully Simon will feel better and we can start having some semblance of a normal week next week. I just have to get through these next few days. There’s just so much to do. And I’m tired. So tired. I’m always tired, but still.
So tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day. Simon and I have been wearing green all week because it is my favorite color and I have a lot of Green for both of us. We also made little St. Patrick’s Day cards to send to family with little “leprechaun footprints” on them. I’m a little obsessed with hand and footprint crafts with Simon because of this framed piece of art my dad has hanging in his closet. My brother (I think Eric) made it when he was about 5 years old and it shows his two tiny hand prints framing a poem about “Tiny Hands”. I love that picture, and try to get Simon’s hand and footprints whenever I can. I’ve even developed a plan to keep the mess at a minimum. Pick up all kitchen rugs, place baby gate at the kitchen entrance, and put fingerpaints on the floor. Here are some videos of the fun we had.
Well worth the mess to cheer up some family members and I think Simon actually had fun, even though the entire crafting event only lasted less than 10 minutes. I love letting him mess with things that feel “funny” like lotion or paint. I know he’s in the sensory motor phase of development so I know he’s all about trying out the way things feel. He’s also funny about lotion and stuff because he watches me put makeup on my face, and I am always rubbing vaseline on his cheeks, so he immediately puts the stuff on his face when he gets his hands on it.
So I hate to wish time away, wish days away, but I am definitely wishing away these next 6 days of work.