salvaged

I totally jinxed myself yesterday.  I guess that’s what I get for trying to be positive instead of brutally honest.

I wrote the post around noon as I took my lunch break.  By 4:30, the day had taken a terrible turn.  In those few hours, Piglet developed a fever out of nowhere; I locked myself out of the house in 95 degree heat; Piglet threw up all over herself, me, and the foyer; and I slipped in the vomit, which sent my legs in opposite directions and caused great pain.  It was awesome.

But thanks to Grammy and Russ, the week was still salvaged (so far – perhaps I’m jinxing myself again).  After my stressful afternoon, Russ went to the store and provided the goods for apple pie a la mode, my first real pregnancy craving.  And Grammy came over today to take care of Piglet so that I could still go to my lady clergy lunch.  Plus, by this afternoon, Piglet was feeling better, and we still got to go for her first haircut:

She did awesome…but cutting off her hair was just so sad – I wonder what will become of her curls – will they still be here tomorrow or are they gone forever?  But it was definitely time to do something with “crazy hair”.   After she finished getting extra cutified, we topped the haircut off with a visit to a cupcake store…yum

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ends well

My last post was all about how clean my life is…probably made people think bad thoughts about me – oh, look at me with my clean house and clean church.  BUT THEN.  I got a horrendous stomach bug Thursday night and in the  24 hour duration, our house went from clean and orderly to complete mess and nasty.  Really, that quickly. it was unbelievable.

But I did recover, even though I lost three pounds in that 24 hours.  BUT THEN we went to the Flowertown Festival today where funnel cake was consumed, prior to a big lunch.  Pretty sure those three pounds didn’t stay gone long.  (I don’t advise eating fair food within 12 hours of recovering from a stomach bug – my stomach was not ready for that).

But  even with the nasty bug and the nasty house, we had another awesome Saturday.

Piglet got her first taste of rides at the festival – she’s a big fan and kept wanting to get on the big kid rides.  I think she’s going to be a daredevil.  Just look at her face:

After fun at the festival with Pops and Grammy and a nap, we spent the afternoon in the yard because it was another can’t-stay-inside kind of days.  We were putting out pine straw and “our” cat came by for a visit.

and soccer was played

Watching father and daughter play soccer is probably one of my favorite things because 1)  Piglet laughs and squeals with pure delight, 2) Russ laughs and squeals with pure delight, and 3)  Piglet is actually pretty good (and so is Russ).

phase 3

Plague Phase 1:  Fever, Lethargic, Cuddly, Snuggly, Tired, No apetite, a pure joy when the Motrin kicks in

Plague Phase 2:  Fever, Lethargic, Cuddly, Tired, No apetite, just plain uncomfortable and miserable, Throwing up

I have done 9.  nine.  NINE.  loads of laundry in the past four days.  and there are only three people living in my house.  Granted four of them were our regular laundry.  But the pile has been continuously growing as every time Piglet threw up, we had to change her clothes, our clothes, a blanket, a pillow perhaps, all of our sheets.   After six times, I was a little over the vomit and the increasing pile of laundry.

And now we are in the third phase AKA the so-very-tired-but-not-wanting-to-sleep-so-is-therefore-cranky phase of the plague.  While I am glad that Piglet is feeling better and is no longer throwing up everything she eats/drink (even that one sip of water), I do not like this third phase at all, because crankiness begets defiance and not listening and all around misbehaving and breakdowns of immense proportions brought on by NOTHING.  And she has no fever, yet I cannot send her to school because she has had a fever and thrown up in the past 24 hours.  Darn you school and your practical rules to keep kids not sick!

She is SO tired, but fights sleep.  Yesterday, she fell asleep in the car for her nap, but then woke up 5 minutes after we got  to Pops and Grammy’s house.  Then at 4:30, she CONKED OUT as soon as we got back into the car to pick Russ up from school.  We tried to wake her up when we got home so she could eat dinner, but she just said, “no, I want to go lay down in my bed”  So she did, and she actually slept until 6:00 this morning with only a few very short wakings (once with her fever back up and in need of meds, once with a nightmare, once because she wanted to join me in my not-so-comfortable sleeping spot on the floor, and once because she was cold).  I’m surprised she slept so well considering, but I sure would have appreciated 11 hours of straight sleep myself.  Even though she slept so long, she was still tired all morning.  But even being so tired, she fought her nap HARD, but Russ won the battle and she is sleeping, hopefully for a long time and hopefully the end of phase three.

And I hope that there are no more phases to this plague – this horrible virus that was not the flu, or strep, or an ear infection according to yesterday’s dr. visit which including swabbing of the nose and throat. and a catheter.  poor Piglet.   The fact that this plague was untreatable was very unfortunate because Piglet is a bit of a hypochondriac and thinks that medicine and band-aids and ice packs and doctors can make everything better.  We got ready on Monday, and she said in her sad sick little voice, “I want to go to the doctor to make me feel better”.  Have you ever met a kid who liked going to the doctor?   Although I think after yesterday’s traumatic experience, she might be over the doctor.   I don’t think she would think that feeling better would be worth it.

PS – I kind of miss the sickness induced cuddle-to-nap moments that we had during Phases 1 and 2.  Does that make me a bad mom?