Have you ever had one of those weekends that just pile crap on top of crap? Well, for me this was that weekend.
It all started last week when Eli came down with a mystery fever. It wasn't strep, it wasn't the flu, but everyone, everywhere has it and it will just work itself out. Finally, on Friday, he went the whole day without a fever (since Monday night).
Saturday we headed out onto the town. We tried City BBQ for the first time, and it was the best bbq I have had since leaving Kansas. If there are any other Kansas transplants out there, you understand how impossible it is to find good bbq, but we finally stumbled across an acceptable substitute and it only took us 10 years. That was the only good thing that happened this weekend... the only good thing.
Later that day, I stopped by my local Borders, which is among the 200 closing. I stood at the door, in shock, watching the customers lined up across the store for a mere 20% discount. It was one of the saddest things I have seen in a very long time.
The next day, Izzy laid down on the couch and didn't move all morning, she then didn't eat her lunch because she "wasn't hungry." Izzy is always hungry, so we knew something was wrong. Sure enough her fever was up to 102.2. I hate this winter and I hate strep throat. It turns out that a round of penicillin wasn't enough to kill Izzy's strep and she was back at the doctor yesterday with another positive strep test. On we go to a stronger antibiotic, which will hopefully kill this blasted bacteria.
We then were visited by a local arborist who informed us that our big pine tree in front of our house was dead and needed removal. He also felt that we should trim some of those pesky branches that broke off during the ice storm. Apparently, it isn't advisable to keep the branches held up by a thin sheet of bark over your roof. Something absurd about spring storms and roof damage. So, we let them take those down as well.
Of course, while the neighborhood arborists are removing our tree and limbs, Jon is in the kids bathroom replacing the toilet. It seems that a 3, 5 and 8 year old can be a bit mean to them over time which can lead to death (of the toilet, not the kids).
Then on Monday (which in my world was part of the weekend because the kids didn't have school), Emmy hurt her arm. We have no idea how she hurt her arm, we just know that she was extremely uncomfortable. The blood curdling screams every time her arm moved was the biggest clue that something was a bit off. Rain falling outside, Jon and Izzy already at the doctor getting Izzy's strep test, I run a screaming Emmy and an extremely helpful Eli to the doctor... sending a text on the way for Jon and Izzy to wait for us. Turns out Emmy had dislocated her elbow and it had to be manipulated back into the joint. It wasn't a very pleasant experience and I wouldn't recommend you try it yourself, but the doctor did a great job and Emmy was moving her arm around instantly, good as new. However, we were told that once it happens, it can happen again easily. So, the rest of my life will be spent yelling at the older kids to not pull on Emmy's arm.
It is now Tuesday, which means the weekend is over. Clearly this means things will get better... I mean, they have to... right?!?
2 comments:
I feel your pain with the sickness...it has seemed to hang out at our house with a few days of rest before it rears it's ugly head again. i hate winter!
It has been awful! The sad thing is I sit and think it can't possibly get any worse... but of course it does. So now I am trying not to even think that. It is making life very difficult for my glass is half full personality.
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