Hug Twice

I said in yesterday’s post that Matt was spared from the icky flu bug that invaded our house. But in fact, I spoke too soon. He woke up in the middle of the night and told me he felt terrible, and proceeded to shiver his way through most of the rest of the night. The poor boy had a fever and the chills (exactly what I had had the night before that) and was pretty miserable.

When you are a parent, it is hard enough when you are sick and your spouse is well to be able to rest and recuperate, especially if any of your kids are sick too. But when you and your spouse are both sick, it becomes close to impossible. Someone needs to take care of the kids. We are not fortunate enough to have family living nearby that we can ask to help us out in times like these, so we muddle through. But it isn’t fun.

Luckily, Matt ended up being not quite as sick as I was on my sickest day, so we basically alternated resting and being in charge. Matt slept most of the morning while I took care of a much better but stayed home from school just in case CJ and a perfectly fine Alexa, and then I rested most of the afternoon while Matt took care of everyone. Both of us would have liked to have just lied around all day and moaned (well, I would have) but we managed, and I’m even feeling slightly chipper now. Slightly.

Matt is a better person than I. I would have chosen to stay in bed all day and moan.

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Matt cleans his plate. Literally. I think he’s afraid if he doesn’t eat every single thing allowed to him, he’ll starve later. So even if he’s mostly full, if he’s got two pieces of melon left, he’ll eat them. Is he allowed an apple for a snack but he doesn’t feel too hungry? He’ll eat it anyway.

Really… I don’t think you’re going to starve. I mean, I’m not expert, but that doesn’t seem the point. There’s actually a large volume of food allowed, as long as you take your volume in veggies and sometimes fruit.  For example, the lunch I just packed for Matt today was:

Medium salad with tomatoes and onions and 1 tbls dressing

2 carrots

2 celery stalks

4 oz tuna

1 wheat pita

So, not so bad, I thought.  Make a sandwich with the tuna and pita and some of the salad veggies, and have a bunch of roughage besides.  He’ll probably still claim to be hungry though.

We’re … adjusting. :)   He even liked the broccoli and potato dish last night. 

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I don’t mean it to sound like I see Matt and I as “Us” and the kids as “Them”. But sometimes when it seems all we do is work and take care of kids and we never spend any time just he and I together, it starts to feel that way.

Alexa is working hard now on walking, and like her brother, this has translated into not wanting to sleep. Ever. Walking is really interesting, even if you’re only doing it a few steps at a time, and the idea of sleeping is so… not interesting.

CJ woke up in the middle of the night Saturday throwing up, poor pumpkin. He had a fever, and fevers sometimes trigger vomiting in him. He spent Sunday pretty under the weather and needing constant company from me or Matt, but now seems to be fine. No more throwing up, thankfully, and the fever was gone by Sunday afternoon.

It’s hard to believe that a little more than a week ago, Matt and I actually went out by ourselves and had an actual adult evening alone. That seems like about 2 years ago already. With my new tutoring from home job and Matt’s working and the kids (rightfully) claiming a lot of our available time right now, it seems the only time I ever see Matt without a kid in my ear is when he’s asleep.

Hi honey!

Tonight my goal is to get Alexa to sleep at some sort of reasonable hour. If that doesn’t work, my new goal is to keep her awake and excited in the morning instead of letting her doze off and on, and getting her to sleep tomorrow at some sort of reasonable hour. CJ’s well now and he does great with the sleeping so he shouldn’t be a problem. And then maybe Matt and I can have a conversation. Or even watch a movie. Or even just a half hour TV show? Who knows… the possibilities are endless.

I’m not holding my breath though. Walking is fun.

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Matt: (fill in whining and complaining about something irrelevant)

Me: You know, you may think the squeaky wheel gets the oil, but really, it just gets kicked in the head by me.

Matt: You should put that on a motivational poster.

(Maybe you just had to be there )

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Last night, about two miles from home, my car broke down.

I wasn’t driving it though, my husband was. The right brake light had stopped working and he had brought it in for service that morning on his way to work. It turned out that the lights were a recall issue of some sort, so he had to bring it to a Saturn dealer, which he scheduled for tomorrow (now today).

And last night, while he was driving home from work, the car died. Which I am sure is unrelated to the recall on the brake light, but unfortunate anyway.

Well, he called me and after some discussion and me calling the Saturn dealer and a tow truck, I said I’d go get the extra car seats, install them in his car, and come get him. I was too lazy to take the car seats we normally use out of my car that morning and we don’t keep the extra carseats installed in his car since we never use it for family activities. Not taking our carseats out of my car before he took my car in that morning, just in case, was my mistake. His mistake is that the extra seats are stored in the shed, which has one key, and for some reason, he had the key in his pocket instead of it hanging in the garage like it normally is. So, I couldn’t get the carseats, so I couldn’t come get him. Theoretically he could walk home, except it was currently 11 degrees out and dropping. So, not really.

He walked over to the local gas station a block away and bought a hat. And then we argued on the phone for a while, and we both said some crazy things. Mine involved him walking home. His involved me leaving the kids and coming to get him. Neither was actually happening, and we both knew that. Stress stinks.

Eventually, after he told me he was going to die from the cold, I called him a cab. Which picked him up at the gas station.

Not looking forward to seeing the bill for the tow or the car. Oh well. Sigh.

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