I have to say that the last 10 days were not the most fun days.
I woke up the Wednesday before last with a sore throat and a headache. I took some aspirin and moved on. I woke up Thursday with a fever (and I almost never run a fever), and feeling so crappy that the mere idea of taking Elanor to pre-school reduced me to tears. Ravi managed to pop out from work to run her to and from school for me. On Friday I caved and went to the doctor after dropping Ellie off at pre-school, only to be diagnosed with influenza B. I was told to go home, and not to do pick up as I was still pretty contagious. Ravi did pick-up. Ravi also parented for me all that weekend, but by Sunday the 15th he was feeling pretty lousy. By Monday he was sick, ending up at the doctor on Tuesday. By Wednesday night, the baby was sick. I kept Ellie home pre-emptively Thursday and Friday expecting her to also become ill…only to have her still healthy as a horse on Sunday (and pretty upset about missing school and gymnastics).
Then on Sunday, Ellie ran into our bedroom, tripped and fell face first onto the corner of the platform our mattress sits on, cutting her gum badly enough to require an emergency room visit (although, thankfully, not stitches–the pediatric dentist says it will heal on its own, and will just check on it a few times over the next 2 weeks).
After being trapped in the house for most of the last 10 days I am running low on patience. My house should declared a federal disaster area, and I only have 9 days to get everything in order to be gone for the better part of August. I am fine, and things will be fine, but it has been a rough 10 days. I didn’t ask for help because I didn’t want to infect any well-meaning friends. Today I am just venting before I dive into a fairly scary to-do list.