On Saturday Annabelle woke up with cough and a runny nose. She had a coughing fit every 45 minutes that night. She was so tired she couldn’t even get the pacifier in her mouth without help.
On Sunday she had a fever and I felt like I was simultaneously coming down with ear infections and strep throat. My voice sounded like a cross between a frog and a boy whose voice is changing. No need to point out how attractive that is.
On Monday Sesame’s fever kept going up and she sounded like a seal when she coughed. I almost didn’t want to call the doctor only to be told she had a cold (I always think I’ll be called the hypochondriac mom), but I’m so glad I brought her in. She has an ear infection in one ear, swelling in the other and RSV. Yesterday was HARD. She was so miserable all day. She’d take a break from coughing to cry and pull at her ears. We watched more tv than she’s watched in the last three months. She didn’t want to do anything but moan and cry. My head felt like it was about to explode.
To top it all off, our landlord and his father spent the entire day at our house making a hole in the kitchen ceiling.
On Saturday Christopher’s father noticed the ceiling above the kitchen table was leaking. We (meaning him, I did nothing) turned off the water to the bathroom above the kitchen. Jim Jr. and Jim Sr. arrived on Monday morning and declared that they would need to take the ceiling down to find the source of the leak. What fun! The Jim’s are such nice people and they know much more about home maintenance than I do, but it didn’t inspire a lot of confidence when they said they only know how to take ceilings down, not how to put up a new one. Or when they lost the saw they were using to make the holes. They lost it for a good five hours and finally figured out they had vacuumed it up. We came back from the doctor to find the hole bigger than ever, the upstairs toilet hanging out in the hallway, and half the kitchen furniture in the living room. It wasn’t the most peaceful day.
I got the following text from Jim Jr today. “The guy that’s doing the drywall said I need to remove more. We’ll be by tomorrow.” The fun never ends! I have a feeling I won’t have any ceiling left by tomorrow night.
Send chocolate. Or martinis. Or both.
