Thursday night was really comedy of errors. This trip for Chubby Hubby was kind of last minute and I did not do a great job of planning ahead of time. On my way home from work, I realized that I was completely out of diapers, milk and pretty much anything that I could throw together to resemble a meal. I of course had to pick up the kids first and do these errands with 3 tired, crabby, hungry kids. We barely survived the Target trip, however, they all begged for hot dogs for dinner. Woo Hoo, it didn't get easier than that.
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I went up to complete the transaction and then my other son woke up as I was digging under his pillow. Luckily he didn't see what I was doing. I tucked him back in and as I turned to return down stairs, I saw blood. I had left a trail of blood all the way through their room and leading right to my son's pillow. Thankfully the story I told them about the Tooth Fairy cracking her head open after tripping over toys in their room worked. They believed me and they are keeping their room a bit cleaner now too.
I collapsed into bed after that and prayed that Chubby Hubby would get his ass home sooner rather than later.
The next day the fun continued. I was running a little late....2 hours to be exact. I called to let the coworkers know I was going to be Tardy for the Party and while I was on the phone, Diva decided that was the moment to start spewing obsenities from the backseat. BITCH! Out of the mouth of my sweet little girl. Sarge, who was on the other end of the phone gasped and said "did she just say what I think she said?". Yep. She did.
This is my child that I was convinced would need speech class one day. Her word for water is "gjalfgjakldfgjkalsdjf". However, bitch came out clear as a bell. This time the parenting award goes to Chubby Hubby. She started repeating it after he said it. We are oh so proud.
After dropping off the kiddos to their 3 locations (I am wondering now if I was on crack when I signed them up for 3 different places), I finally made it into the office. After a couple of hours, I then got a call from the school nurse. My oldest was not feeling well and was having a hard time with his asthma. I raced out of work to go get him. Thankfully my friend was at school and picked him up for me and I met her at her house.
As the night was progressing, my son was getting worse. I got to the point of having all of the kids put their jackets on because we were in route to the ER. I called Chubby Hubby tell him to meet us at the ER when his flight landed. By some divine intervention....he was just pulling into the drive way. He wanted to surpise me by coming home early and bearing gifts of liquid spirits. I said hello to him and threw my son into the car and raced off to Urgent Care.
After a few rounds of a neb treatment he was doing better. He tested positive for Strep. The doc put him on a massive dose of antibiotics since he also had flu like symptoms, he is also being treated with Tamiflu.
The sickness train has arrived. It is starting to take us out one at a time. I am sitting here listening to the symphony of coughing in our house. All three of them have snot noses and a hacking cough. That is a pretty telltale sign that I will be at home with my tribe of sick kids tomorrow. Thankfully, we are back to being a two parent household!