Who's "sick" of being sick??? Don't you see my hand waving like a MANIAC? No, well it is, seriously. Christmas Eve I became extremely ill. It could have been the flu, I don't know, but vomitfest and well another um unmentionable was going on inside (and well outside) of my body that was NOT fun. I felt awful and have been to church ONCE since then and it's February, does that tell you the joys we've been having? Honestly I haven't missed this much church since we gave our lives completely and utterly over to Christ and found our home church 8 years ago and in the last 4 1/2 yrs I can probably count on 1 hand how many times we've missed church besides simply being out of town, although we do TRY to find a church to go to even then.
Anyways....so I was sick, then Emma got sick, then I got sick again, then Emma got sick again (seeing a pattern???). So this has went on and then last Saturday night after getting home from Jacob's ice skating birthday party (I know I haven't posted pictures yet), I took Emma's temp because she'd felt hot to me while ice skating, and by the time we got home she's proclaiming she's sick and she was BURNING up.....103 is what it read...yep she was hot and miserable and definetely not well and of course we were out of Tylenol and Motrin (we had thrown out all the expired stuff and kept forgetting to go over to the medical clinic and get a bottle or even go to the PX and pick up one) and of course our 24 hour shoppette does not carry children's medicine (yep really handy they are!). She was complaining about her eyes itching, she'd became stuffed up fairly quickly, and her eyes were watering so I gave her benedryl to at least take that misery away and hoped it'd help her sleep. She passed on dinner (sure sign she felt like crud) and we put her to bed, at around midnight she woke up...she'd gotten sick. She slept with us from that night until Wednesday night. Sunday night she threw up in our bed, but wait..it gets better.
I was still up and out here in the Living room, I heard her went running in there, Chad's jumping out of bed (the man can handle the blood of war, nasty diapers, grossness that comes from the dog, etc but he doesn't handle vomit LOL). The dog of course is not laying in his basket, but right at beside the bed, Chad trips on the dog, turns and manages to kick the night stand and proceeded to break his little toe! (I admit I was cracking up too, I know...I know, I shouldn't have been, but the whole process of 10 seconds was hysterical) then the smell hit me and well quizy pregnancy stomach and I made a mad dash to the bathroom! We got Emma changed, the bedding changed, and off to bed we all went. (Oh and Chad had went and bought Tylenol and Motrin on Sunday, but I'm one of those mom's who does not give medication unless more natural ways work and only if it's over 103..we get fevers for a reason and we have an immune system for a reason, LET IT WORK!) So lets just skip over to Thursday...Emma was finally fever free and feeling good. I was going on aprox 3 hours of sleep a night, since Emma was often coughing, having various aches that she wanted me to rub, and cuddling so tightly into me I thought I was getting a fever! Lets just say that on Wednesday I wasn't a great mom to the boys, and on Thursday because of some bible study "drama" (can I tell you all how much I DESPISE drama and secrets???) anyways...lets just say Christy had a little (or major) meltdown, oh and at this point I barely had a voice, was coughing like a maniac, and Jackson had developed a some what croupy sounding cough....yeah um I was not feeling "it". So here we are to Friday. Jack's definitely got a croupy cough, Emma's fine, Jacob's fine, and I woke up and had no voice what so ever. I was barely audible with the little bit of a whisper I can get out, and people kept calling. The only call I took was from a friend who I'd forgotten I was supposed to meet to talk about AWANA stuff, and she could hear me enough to understand I was sick and completely spaced our meeting (how I love that woman for being so forgiving) and Chad.
Fast forward through the day, the boys cleaned up Emma's room ALL afternoon, after they hatd destroyed it yesterday and I didn't discover it until bedtime last night, and I sat and laid on the couch trying not to talk at all, drinking lots of fluids, and totally zoning out for a good portion of the day. (Yes I know, not Mother of the Year, but guess what...I gave up on that award the day after I became a mother, so eh!) I put the kids to bed, Chad had already passed out in bed, after being at work at, I think it was 5:30 since they had a Battalion run for PT, then not getting home until after 7 (no lunch of course, only single soldiers seem to get that!), he went and picked up dinner since the planned meal was still at the commissary (it was to be Taco Salad). A couple hours after the boys went to bed I hear Jack in the bathroom coughing and sounding like he's going to get sick and moaning, if you're a mom you know that moan..I DASHED into the bathroom and no doubt he'd kill me, but he's sitting on the toilet so the trashcan went in front of him just in the nick of time. Whew no cleaning up vomit for me!!! The cough sounds worse, he feels horrible now, the humidifier is now in his room and can I just say how much I LOVE Melaleuca....Sol U Mel and Melalueca oil are in the humidifier in hopes to clear up the cough and stuffiness. Oh and it's um, yeah well it's REALLY LATE (is that the sun rising? Oh wait, we're in Germany...there's no sun being seen right now!)...yes it's 4 AM...(INSOMNIA how I despise thee..please no "advice" or remedies...I've battled this for nearly 10 yrs...seriously I don't want your advise, not trying to be rude, just honest) and I'm heading to bed, only to be up in probably 5 maybe 6 hours, because Chad has to go back into work tomorrow! Everyone from his office is working tomorrow. Chad's moving to a different and brand new company that he's helping set up but before he goes they need him to train the other lower enlisted soldiers in his office, plus since Brigade, ok the Master Sgt. who was in charge of making sure all of his re-enlistment paperwork was done and you know done correctly (such as changing our DEROS date...for you non military that's the date we're to leave Germany) he has to put in an admendment now, he's talked to the guy who makes the decision and was told it's approved just to get the paperwork in, and it needs to be in by Monday (we're going to Garmish on Sunday) so it has to be done tomorrow.
I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be an all day sort of day, and since I still do not have a voice at this point, and Jack's feeling so poorly I am just praying Chad will be able to make it to the commissary before they close.
Ok, so did I complain enough for you?
In all honesty can I say how thankful I am that we're just dealing with pesky virus's and nothing life threatening? The big picture is, Jack and I don't feel hot, but really that's it, we don't feel good. Oh well, Chad and I have seen the worst, went through the worst...this is a simple inconvience.
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