Oh man, these posts are getting farther apart and that is NOT GOOD. The past few weeks have been not so great.
About two weeks ago Caelynn came down with a virus/cold. She had congestion and a runny nose, but the worst part was the 5 day fever she ran. When the fever was below about 99.5, she was happy. But as soon as it would start to climb, she'd get hysterical and extremely clingy. NOT the best circumstances when you have a non-walking one year old to deal with too and house work. Matty was also dealing with the virus, but thankfully he was as happy as a lark. He had nasty junk coming out of his eyes AND his nose but no fever. Cae started with her fever on Tuesday and it ran through Saturday. Friday night Matty started with a fever and I got really sick with the virus as well. Thankfully, Cae was on the upward swing, Matty's went by within about 48 hours, and I thought mine was over pretty quickly too. Wrong.
That week, right near the beginning, I also noticed that the cabinet under my kitchen sink was leaking. All over. And growing mold. It was AWESOME. So, I had everything from under the sink loaded into a wash basket on my counter and my "job" was to figure out HOW the sink was leaking. In between dealing with "fever girl", I tried to keep inspecting with the flashlight. Ran the dishwasher - no leak. Ran the garbage disposal - no leak. Ran the water in the sink - no leak. Put water in the sink to wash dishes...LEAK! The sink is pretty old. Our house was built between 1980-81 and I'm pretty sure this is still the same nasty white porcelain sink put in the original house. So, I put a tupperware container where the water was dripping, called Rich and TRIUMPHANTLY announced, "I KNOW where the leak is coming from and I THINK I know WHY it is leaking!" Brilliant work, Melissa! Now...live like that for another two weeks. :-)
So, that disaster averted and waiting for attention from my busy hubby, I focused on "fever girl" and "I don't want to learn to walk boy". I have been TRYING to encourage the boy to walk. Some will say, "Wow - that is REALLY delayed for an almost 19 month old to NOT be walking!" Let me tell you - it is not from lack of working with him, TRYING to get him to walk, or his own physically inability to. He will take steps here and there, he will walk behind a push toy when I MAKE him, and he will walk holding on to a finger. He CAN do it - the child is as stubborn as a mule and only wants Mommy to hold him and carry him. Sometimes I think the umbilical cord is still attached. I adore him to pieces but he just DOES NOT CARE and won't do anything he doesn't want to do. So, in between fevers, I was trying to get him to walk more. Then the virus hit. Friday night, around 5 p.m. I told Rich, "Man, I feel like I"m coming down with something." No lie - by 8 p.m. I felt like I got hit by a truck. I went straight to bed. BLECH! By Sunday I thought I was on the mend but we all stayed home from church b/c Cae hadn't even been fever free for 24 hours yet and Matty had issues and I was still sick.
Monday morning comes - and my throat feels like I swallowed a razor blade. By Tuesday it is BAD, and I'm hardly sleeping at night. I have Rich check my throat for white spots (Strep), and he sees nothing. By midnight of Tuesday I just want to bawl my eyes out. I was up every night with Cae while she had a fever so I've now not slept through the night in over a week. I am up, at midnight, with my hubby's HUGE Makita flashlight (meant to be like a work light) and trying to simultaneously stick out my tongue, say "ahhh!", and shine the flashlight at the right spot in my throat while also trying to see any white spots. I must have looked like a moron. By the time I'd get my tongue flat, I'd shine the light in the wrong spot b/c I was looking in a mirror and it was throwing me off. BAD WEEK. That was an entire week. I'd sleep for about 2 hours, wake up in excruciating pain, gargle with salt water, make some hot tea with honey, pop some Tylenol, sip the tea, suck on cough drops, watch tv, and then eventually have dulled the pain enough to catch a few more hours of sleep. I think this past Monday was the first day my throat didn't actually kill me and one of the first nights I slept totally through the night.
But, during that week of "sore throat killer pain", I went to do my laundry b/c...as you mom readers know, "Moms do NOT have time to get sick." Life goes on, meals need to be prepared, diapers changed, bills paid, laundry done... It was supposed to be GORGEOUS and SUPER warm on Thursday so I thought, "By hook or by crook, I'm getting three big loads done and on the wash line!" Went down after load #1 finished to find...water all over my basement floor. Super fantastic. Our water/sewer line had a clog in it again. I dragged the wet/dry vac down to the basement and tried to get up most of the water b/c I HAD to do another load of wash. I did the next load - even MORE water plus I completely clogged the wet/dry vac. At this point I thought, "Are you KIDDING me????" Called Rich and told him that now he had TWO projects to work on - kitchen sink leak and clogged pipes. And now my basement smells like poop and death. (And for the record, no, the sewer didn't back up into the basement. But it is an OLD basement and when it gets water, it STINKS!) Saturday Rich decides to do the fixes. It takes him ALL DAY with the kitchen sink (read: water turned off, kitchen sink completely unusable) b/c he decided to reroute the pipes a bit - which required THREE trips to Home Depot to pick up the plumbing tubes he'd need. Just as he was putting it all back together the main old part broke. Back to Home Depot. Washer pipes still not unclogged. As Rich went upstairs, during the kids nap times OF COURSE, he notices in our bedroom that the bookcase we have in there was starting to come apart - it was a "put it together yourself" bookcase given to us. Instead of trying to push it back together, he wants to "see" how much weight it could take or if it would come apart. And, as luck would have it, the ENTIRE THING came crashing to the ground. Like 8 big shelves of books ALL OVER the floor. At this point, I'm looking for a camera crew to jump out and say, "You've been punked!" Didn't happen. Just life.
End of the story - he got the sink all fixed up by 9:30 Saturday night. I was staying home from church with Matty b/c I was still really struggling with sore throat/talking (I'm sure my hubby probably secretly liked that it hurt me to talk - I'm not the quietest person in the world) and Matty was/still is getting some molars in. Sunday, after church, Rich went down to unclog the pipes - that took until about 6 p.m.
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