Oh, don’t mind me…I’m just over here trying to recover from the past few weeks of hell I have been living through. Miguel travelled for 3 weeks doing his work thing, and pretty much froze his buns off in NYC, Boston, and Chicago while I stayed at home to tend the boys and house. It should have been a piece of cake, but my boys, well, they had other ideas. The boys decided they both needed to come down with RSV at the same time, and life came to a screeching halt for 10 days. For 10 days, they hacked up a lung up night and day while I tortured them with inhalers and round the clock breathing treatments, I wiped snotty noses, went through more Motrin and Tylenol than I care to admit, William puked every time he had a coughing spell, which was especially wonderful at 3am and all over the carpet and me, and pretty much watched so much TV that I can sing every damn song from all the most annoying cartoons on PBS Kids and Nick Jr., which has lead to a burning desire to hurt Ming Ming from The Wonder Pets if I hear that whiney voice of his again.
But, you know what? I survived the worst 10 days I have ever experienced as a mother of two children under 3 years old, and if that is the worst then I am pretty darn lucky.
Our house is still on the market (someone, please come buy it, pleasepleasepleaseplease), and I am happy to report as of about an hour ago all traces of the coughing puke fest are now gone (thanks to zerorez)
So, with all that fun behind me I can’t wait see what the spring will hold for us.