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Life has been insane busy

I'm too tired to say much now. These past 30 days or so have been a blur.

After the kids got over their illnesses, I got sick. The bug liked sinuses.

I got better, then started tunic production. Oldest had to pin a hem, which just about killed her.

I packed way too much food for the event. We went to the event. We were rained on the entire time. We opted to not sleep on site and instead went to a lovely, DRY hotel.

The event was awesome.

I finally have most things put back in order. We finished panelling the storage shed, so many of the fabric tubs got moved outside. As a result, there is space in the living room.

Easter was a blur. Spring Break is not off to a good start. My internet provided has decided I am a spammer and I have a migraine. I'll try again tomorrow to hit the road.

And How Has YOUR Week Been?

Starting with last Friday...

All last week I was busy with The Red Door Sale at church. On Friday, Oldest woke up and informed me, between coughs, that her throat hurt. I took her to the doctor instead of heading to church. She was poked for blood, then X-rayed head and chest. Some where in there a rapid strep test was done. I passed the baton to Hubby and he took over. I went on to church and they visited the pharmacy to get antibiotics for her sinus infection.

Saturday, Hubby had a meeting. I had three children with me at The Red Door Sale. The Boy Child took offense at one of the workers helping himself to one of the doughnuts I had purchased on the way. "Don't eat Mommy's doughnuts!!!" The old guy was startled.

"No, son, Mr. Marvin is allowed to have a doughnut. That's why I bought TWO DOZEN." I refused to allow the doughnuts to be sold as part of the bake sale, instead pointing out their existance to our workers. Marvin's wife said that she wasn't surprised that he had jumped on the doughnut. She "never buys them". I'm glad Marvin didn't let TBC chase him away. Marvin deserved that doughnut.

Want to see funny? Watch three old ladies try to teach my son the finer points of negotiation ACROSS THE ROOM... at full volume. "TELL HER YOU'RE ONLY GOING TO PAY 50 CENTS FOR THAT PUZZLE!!!" "TELL HER THAT ORCA IS ONLY WORTH 25 CENTS." Once our cashiers realized what was going on, the negotiations went much smoother.

We all came home and collapsed. I was still barely able to move on Sunday. I slept half the day, plagued by migraines.

Monday dawned and The Boy Child had an attitude. I was ready to tear his little butt up and send him to school when he stood his ground and said, "Mommy, I'm telling you I just don't feel good enough to go to school." This was different than "don't WANT to go". I touched him and he was feverish.

Lovely.

Middlest had missed the bus. We all boarded Mhyrk and dropped her at school. I made an appointment for The Boy Child. The deposit and report for The Red Door Sale got done. We arrived at the doctor's office and I informed Oldest she was going back to the exam room so the doctor could see that she wasn't better yet.

Well... The doc said that TBC only had a virus, no need for antibiotics. Due to a mix up in the back, Oldest had two rapid strep tests. TBC had one rapid strep test. Neither had strep. Yippee. Oldest was written a note for the entire week, so she would have plenty of time to get better. This made her third trip to see Dr. T in three weeks. He wanted her completely well before going back to school. I was told to keep the boy home until his fever was completely gone. Lots of Robitussin CF and fever reducers were called for.

We have mostly stuck to the house all week. Sometime on Tuesday, TBC started complaining that his right ear hurt when I tried to take his temperature in the ear. You could tell just by looking at him that he did not feel good at all. On Wednesday evening, I noticed the mucus in his left eye. Then he barfed on me. And the sofa. It was a special shade of green. Blue Slurpee will do that. Especially when mixed in the tummy with Yellow Slurpee.

More lovely.

OK, Thursday: We got to the doctor's office at just after nine. My child is talented. If it is above his neck, it's infected.

Double ear infection. Check.

Sinus infection. Check.

Double ocular infection (both eyes filled with mucus). Check. This is not necessarily "pink eye", but I have to keep my hands washed as if it is.

We have the Pink Medicine (Yay!*) and eye drops.

*We loves the Pink Medicine. Long story, involving a pink balloon and TBC.

At this point I've finally convinced him that I'm not poking his eye out with a cotton swab. He sits still and I nab the yucky green lumps out the corner of his eyes. Even his tears are tinted green.

Is it time for that stiff drink yet? Please?

Face Plant, Dude!

No sooner than I got the young ones on the bus, an idiot ran the bus stop sign. All the bus driver could do was blow the horn. I guess it's time for me to start body blocking the road again... with camera in hand. Yeah, idiot, I'll be HAPPY to take your ass to court for endangering my children.

I fumed the whole way back inside the house, then started reading emails. I had things I needed to do, but email reading was on the To Do List. Then my cell phone rang.

"Hi, this is the school nurse. Your son tripped as he was exitting the bus. He's got a pretty messy bloody nose but I don't think it's broken..."

These days the school nurses are really limited in the care they can render. The nurse could not appy Afrin Nose Spray (to stop the bleeding), but I could. "Do you have pertroleum jelly?" I asked. I grabbed The Boy Child a clean jacket and pair of pants. He took off his outer shirt while I was on the phone with the nurse, so I assumed there was no blood on the guitar T-shirt. I was wrong.

I remained calm but hurried. I zipped past the assistant principal who was doing hall duty. When I walked into the clinic, the first thing I noticed was the blood on the wall. "Is that from you?" I asked.

The nurse rolled her eyes and affirmed that it was indeed his blood. "I'm waiting until he leaves for class to clean up." Apparently while the nose was actively bleeding, TBC was getting blood everywhere. Upon closer inspection, it looked like he tried to put his bookbag and coat on the table. The coat was covered in bloody streaks. All in all it looked like several large drops of blood were smeared down the left side of the jacket. When the jacket contacted the wall, blood was transferred. The wall looked worse than TBC at this point.

Afrin was squirted up his nose. Then pertroleum jelly was applied to a long-handled cotton swab. The nurse was amazed that I got the jelly up the nostril with minimal fuss. "This is exactly what I do when Oldest has a nose bleed," I told her and reminded him. I asked for a baby wipe to clean his face and hands. Then I made sure that it was all right to drop the blood contaminated tissues and wipes into the regular trash can.

We sent him off to class. I told the nurse that I had a doctor's appointment "at a new office that I have never been to before. I need to leave early. Call me if his nose starts to bleed." I left the school and attempted to call Hubby's cell phone. (Calls between us are free.) No luck. I left a quick voice mail on his regular office phone when I got back into the house. "If I'm already in the Other Town at my appointment and his nose starts to bleed again, you're going to have to handle it."

A couple of hours later I noticed the blood on my tan pants. When I picked up his jacket and outer shirt to bring them home, the not yet dried blood transferred over. Good thing I saw that prior to my appointment. I changed clothes and started the washing machine.

About 30 minutes prior to my launch time, Hubby called. "Whatcha doing? What are you having for lunch? What..."

"Where are you?" I interrupted.

"The Freeway. About to turn onto our street. I haven't had lunch..." Hubby had come home to be in a better position to handle the nose issue. Good Daddy points for him today.

I went to my appointment and discussed chemicals and surgery, always fun topics. When I finished, I called Hubby from the parking lot. He was amazed I was done already. "Well, I didn't even take my clothes off today. Talking doesn't take long."

I was on Major Highway when the cell phone rang with the school audio. As I flipped it open I was relieved to see it was the High School. "Mom, blah blah blah, missed bus, blah blah blah, come get me..." I could make out less than half of what Oldest was saying.

"Call your father," I interrupted. I went for loud and distinct as well as no room for argument. "He's at home. I'm on Major Highway. Call him at home. Love. You. Good. Bye." I flipped the phone shut.

All the drama averted, I made a bank deposit run and called home again. "Is Oldest home yet? Good. I'm going to the grocery store." Dinner purchased, I headed home. apparently the younger children had literally just walked in the door ahead of me.

"I got a Green Face today," TBC proudly informed me. I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. It took a face plant and nose bleed to knock the meanness out of him so he'd be good today.

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