sick day, once again
Hello sucky Monday.
Josh woke up this morning with a fever of 102.6. I suspected he might be sick when he woke up twice in the night with bad dreams. He never wakes up unless he’s ill and more than once in a night is almost unheard of since his colic days.
I’m hoping DH doesn’t get whatever this is – he leaves on Wednesday for a 10 day long business trip – one he’s been planning for over 6 months. It would be terrible if he got the flu now.
It would be terrible if I got the flu now too! Yikes! Single parent for ten days! Help!
Even worse would be if Josh and I are both sick later this week. His birthday is on Friday, (my baby’s turning 6!) and we’re supposed to go to my parents house for the weekend so he can spend time with his cousins. Sickness = birthday FAIL.
Yes, DH is going to miss the boy’s birthday. It stinks but we made up for it over the weekend. We gave him his presents, bought cupcakes (they were chocolate and no I didn’t have one!) and took him bowling!
Josh has been asking to go bowling for ages so we went on Saturday morning. He actually did okay – the balls were a little heavy for him but he managed. They just rolled realllllllly slow down the lane. It was a good thing they have those bumpers for kids though, or he would have had a gutter ball every. single. time!
It was very cute and I’m really annoyed I forgot my camera. It’s awful when you are somewhere and you think – oooh this would be so bloggable – if only I had a picture.
The only good thing about forgetting the camera is that no one got a picture of me bowling. I tend to fall down a lot. ~ahem~ No, I’m not kidding.
I had no idea that bowling exercises muscles that are rarely used otherwise. Most of them in my butt. Yesterday I was walking like I sat a horse for two days straight. Ouch!
Dang. Now I think I’m getting a sore throat. Ugh.
comfort food
It seems I’m not the only sick chick online. It truly seems everyone I know has a touch of something. At least bloggy friends can’t catch it from each other! I have enough potential germs flying at me from the schoolyard, I don’t need any more. 
So yesterday was one of those weird days where I didn’t need to cook for anyone else, but being hungry myself drove me to the kitchen. Sick boy just wanted frozen pizza, and sick husband just wanted to be left alone. Easy enough. So what to make for myself? What is the ultimate comfort food?
I used to think it was chicken noodle soup. Until I discovered risotto. Now when I have a cold I either crave hot & sour soup from the local Chinese place, or a big bowl of creamy garlicky risotto. Well, I just had hot & sour soup a couple days ago and all I could think about was that I had half and half in the fridge that I needed to use up and that I had all the other ingredients on hand. (Arborio rice, chicken broth, onions, garlic, butter, cream, parmesan cheese.)
When I went to bed last night, I could smell the garlic coming out of my own pores. That’s pretty bad. But oh, so very good.
What’s your ultimate sick day comfort food? I may need to cook something else today and I need ideas. That is, if someone will come clean my kitchen first.
pestilence
There is a plague on our house. More than one of them really. I have a cold and spots on my tonsils, the boy has cold and just got over conjunctivitis, DH had a cold and now the ‘I think I’m gonna throw-upies.’ Blech.
At least the boy went back to school today. There is no sickness that keeps that kid down. No matter how bad he should feel, he still keeps on playing, and running, and jumping, and talking, oh, the incessant talking. Have mercy on my poor stuffed up ears.
Everyone I know is sick too. I have heard more horrifying, (yet humorous!) stories of puke and poop over the last few days than you can imagine. It makes me grateful for snot. Grateful. For. Snot.
There’s a great book I read many years ago called The Hot Zone that pretty much grosses you out to the point that nothing in your real life can actually gross you out anymore. There’s really no comparison between pink-eye and Ebola is there? I mean really, pink eye doesn’t even make your organs liquefy. Unfortunately, to deal with the pink-eye, I have to put drops in the eyes of a kid who never stops moving. Four times a day. Four days down, three more to go. I’d rather have the Black Plague. Maybe then I’d get some peace and quiet.
blech
I feel like I should post something but there’s not much in me at the moment, both literally and figuratively. Is there something going around already?
Saturday I felt weird. Just ask Nicole. She could tell before I even realized it. Sunday I thought for sure I was coming down with something. This morning I felt better, but now I just want to lay down and sleep. If I’m sleeping maybe I won’t notice how crappy I feel. Unfortunately, moms aren’t really supposed to sleep when they’re mothering, right? Good thing the boy can get his own granola bars and juice boxes though – cause I can’t seem to get off the couch. Bad mommy, baaaadddd!
Anyway. I need something to cheer me up. If you leave me a comment that makes me giggle I’ll stumble one of your latest posts. 
a pox on our house
If you were paying attention to me on twitter yesterday afternoon (after the whole candyland debacle) you might have seen this:
annettek crap, boy has either chick pox or bad poison ivy. I’ll know tomorrow am.
And as Mary Beth pointed out:
mbg1030 @annettek May explain the extreme reaction to losing this morning.
Right on girl. It sure does. Late in the afternoon the boy started pointing out dots all over himself. I had seen one on his cheek earlier but thought it was a bug bite. The other? NOT bug bites, but poison ivy? Perhaps…
So I took him in to the doctor’s office this morning. Yes, It is in fact, the chicken pox. Oy
For those of you wondering – he did have the vaccine when he was a baby. Apparently, you can still get the chicken pox even if you’ve been inoculated. You just don’t get it as bad as you would have without it. *sigh*
The boy is actually feeling pretty good. No fever, not too itchy, still has plenty of energy. He’s just spotty. Really spotty. He’s got a cute little spotty face alright, and a spotty ear, neck, belly, and arms. Oh, and inside his mouth. I’ve been warned though, that he will likely get worse before he gets better. Great.
We made a quick trip to Target after the getting the verdict, so now I have everything I need on hand to help him if he starts to feel bad, tylenol, benadryl anti-itch gel, oatmeal bath, popsicles, bandaids, movies, gatorade….and a new power ranger toy cause I’m a sucker for a cute miserable kid.
Did I mention I was supposed to go to a baby shower this weekend? Yep, can’t go – definitely can’t expose a pregnant lady to the pox. No playdates, no park, no exposure to other kids of any kind for a week. A week. If I have to stay home for a week, you better believe there will be chinese food delivered.
Oh, and one more thing – I guess it turned out to be a good thing that I didn’t plan on going to BlogHer after all. As much as I would have loved it, imagine trying to pack up and leave for days and leave your poxy kid behind? Nope, couldn’t do it. Small blessings.