I thought it couldn't get much worse last week, what with everyone getting the stomach virus and all.
First it was Ruthie-4, then Libby-10, then Allie-15. Then Thursday morning, Annie-7 got it. Another entire day spent running to grab the trash can, get a cool wash cloth, and pat backs. I missed Neal's-13 last football game of the year, a nail-biter won in the last three seconds of the game. Hopefully someday I'll get to see the highlight film.
By Friday night, Annie seemed much better, so we loaded the entire family in the truck to cheer on our varsity football team - heading to the playoffs for the first time in several years. It was 1-1/2 hours away, but she seemed fine. Of course, about the time we drove into the parking lot, she said in a tiny voice, "I don't feel so good. Can you take me home?"
So I spent four, twelve-minute quarters (plus timeouts, clock-stopping penalties, and the halftime "extravaganza") with Annie in my lap, trying to keep her warm under a blanket, while she covered her face ("It's too bright! It's too loud!"). Good times.
Saturday morning Neal called from his friend's house saying he wasn't feeling well. I knew it must be bad, because his friend had invited him to go to a college football game in a town 4 hours away. A very special day, and a rotten one to get sick.
On the bright side, we were now five for five (they should require all mothers of large families to have a degree in Public Health. A little late for that here, though).
Meanwhile, the house. Ugh. Laundry - done but not folded - everywhere. Dirt. Clutter. Work. Email.
My plan was to spend this week catching up. Instead, I've been to doctor and orthodontist appointments (which seem to take up the whole day because I haven't changed doctors yet and am still driving 30 miles to Big Suburb for health care). And going to softball playoff games in the evenings.
But hey, everyone's feeling back to normal!
So here's the part where it gets even better! Libby wakes up yesterday morning saying she has an itchy scalp.
Yup. You guessed it. A repeat of last year about this time (except that Dennis is not heading out of town this time - God is merciful). After a complete review of scalps in the family, I am happy to report we have confined the problem to just one head. And after a complete tearing apart of all beds, vacuuming of all rugs and disinfecting of all surfaces, we plan to keep it that way. Hey, maybe I could get college credit for my Public Health service after all?
You just have to laugh.
It doesn't really matter.