I made my least loved trip to the grocery the other day and The Man was sending me texts of what he thought I might forget to buy or whatever random thing he could think of that we needed. My alert would sound and of course I’d check to see what it was.
Diapers and wipes. Yep those are on my list cool
Trash Bags. Agh almost forgot those!
Cheese. Of course we MUST have cheese for all HIS many dietary needs. If it’s not covered in peanut butter, it’s covered in cheese.
Fever. Wha? I need to get a fever? Did he mean Lever? Do we even use that stuff? Is he saying I need to wash my 2000 parts?
Nope. FEVER. Like burnin' up hot, you give me fever, etc.
Oops not a part of the shopping list. Oldest Little Man was now showing symptoms that every other kidlet in the house had already been developing. Low fever, achy, sore throat, weak. Yay for Mommy! No so much =/
I do not enjoy sick kidlets. It makes me sad. Not to mention I usually end up cleaning someone’s bedding at least twice because they don’t make it to the bathroom to yack.
Case in point- I took little diva to the doctor Wednesday as she was the first who really seemed to be ill at that time, and the one with the most symptoms and a really raw looking throat. After being put on antibiotics for strep (even though cultrue came back negative- but she had puss on her throat and hospital lab might show a positive then she'd be sick on holiday) and meds for allergies we get home to discover that Blondie, my other daughter, has thrown up not only in her bed, but was leaning over and managed to get her brothers bed as well. *gag* *gulp* *swallow*. That is like the third time she has done that to me in the past 6 months. I really, really wish if she’s not going to make it to the bathroom that she’d just sit in her bed and soil just ONE set of bedding and spare the other and the carpet! Eww and ewww. I'm normally the one who ends up cleaning it up. I think though that my stomach was created to entertain anyone with a strong one, because I really really hate throw up or bodily fluids, and can't seem to hold back heaves. I was very thankful that The Man cleaned the mess up before I got a chance to see it, because I'm positive there would have been another mess to clean, MINE.
Luckily when I called the doctor to let him know that they were all pretty much acting the same as the Diva he saw earlier, he didn’t make me haul all three of them in. But we did get meds and hoping that by this afternoon they will be well on their way to feeling better for this weekend of celebrations.
Of course I’ll be drowning in a mountain of bed spreads and pillow cases for the day, But better today then tomorrow or Sunday! And as long as we don’t have to add to that mess Ima be a happy Momma!
On a side note while grocery shopping with Blondie and running errands, going to the bank, paying bills etc, I think she finally realized how much money goes into raising a family. She was pretty astounded at the grocery bill at both stores, and it wasn’t even one of larger normal ones. Maybe at least one of the kids will appreciate that money doesn’t grow on trees, that electricity, water, and their cable isn’t free, and that it cost some major Benjaman’s to make sure that they have “Good Eats.”
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