Things have been a little crazy around the house of Sippy lately. Whatever airborne ailment that hitched a ride back with us from Phoenix has been relentless and refuses to let go of me and the K man. I'm hoping that we are at the tail end of the nastiness, because quite frankly, I'm just sick of being sick. And the shear helplessness that you have to endure watching your child struggle to breath is incredibly frustrating. Thank god we never gave away the infant swing, because at times like these, its nothing short of a life saver. (I know, the pediatrician was surprised he still used it as well).
And to compliment this situation, apparently the 3-hour nap fairy has been on vacation and failed to inform me that her sister, 1-hour nap, would be filling in for an undisclosed amount of time. I have to tell you, I am not thrilled with 1-hour nap. Her work ethic isn’t up to par with what I am accustomed to. Sometimes, she doesn’t even bother to show up. Other days, she saunters on in late in the afternoon completely unannounced.
And to compliment this situation, apparently the 3-hour nap fairy has been on vacation and failed to inform me that her sister, 1-hour nap, would be filling in for an undisclosed amount of time. I have to tell you, I am not thrilled with 1-hour nap. Her work ethic isn’t up to par with what I am accustomed to. Sometimes, she doesn’t even bother to show up. Other days, she saunters on in late in the afternoon completely unannounced.
It's also very conspicuous that the 3-hour nap vanished pretty much at the moment I had publicly made a comment at how fantastic of a sleeper the little man has been since day one and how lucky we were that we didn't even have to "sleep train" or go through the frustration of "crying it out". Yeah, note to self: Karma doesn't like it when you bring it to her attention that she's been slacking off and will make adjustments accordingly. Just keep your mouth shut and nod in agreement.
So, mix in one part sick kiddo, one part sick mom and a lack of sleep all around and it makes for a very messy concoction. This past week I haven't even had the opportunity to enjoy some of my favorite hobbies, such as doing the dishes, laundry or even housework. Much less that creative outlet that some might even call indulgent, "making dinner". It's very hard to accomplish anything with a little being tugging on your leg or wanting to sit in your lap at all times.
I have, however, sat through about 20 movies in the past week. Well, maybe not 20 different movies, but 20 movies none-the-less. I don't know why the little man is so enthralled with "Horton Hears a Who" but he loves it. He wants to watch it over and over again. And I guess as long as he is happy and forgets about how miserable he feels for 86 minutes, I'm happy too. But, seriously, on the 15th time through "Horton Hears a Who" I'm desperately hoping that everyone in my world actually does become ponies, eats rainbows and poops butterflies. Just to mix things up a bit.
Today seems like a better day. Less coughing, nose spewing and leg tugging. So maybe, just maybe I can actually put some makeup on and manage my hair into some sort of presentable up-do. One that doesn't require a hat would be preferable. I'm sure the hubs would like to see that as well.
So hopefully we are finally on the road to wellness. Being sick sucks. I'm totally over it.
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