It was one of those days

Ok, maybe I exaggerate a bit, but the day didn't go exactly as planned. Do they ever?

For some reason, Eli (our 3 month old baby boy) managed to unswaddle himself at 3:30AM, and continued to squirm, thus waking himself and me, until I brought him into bed with us. Steve, apparently unfazed, continued sleeping while I laid awake fearful of rolling over and squishing the little guy. I finally got up at 5:20. I did manage to get back to sleep around 7:00, which was pure bliss, until I woke up to Maya (our 18 month old daughter) crying and discovered that she had a fever.

Now, normally a rectal temperature of 100.9 isn't too much cause for concern, but Maya has vesico-ureteral reflux. Thus, when her temp is above 100.5, we must call the pediatrician. So, after a 2 hour unexpected visit to the doctor's office, we ruled out a UTI and discovered Coxsackie virus! Specifically, that Coxsackie virus had caused hand, foot and mouth disease. I don't know about you, but the name "hand, foot and mouth disease" conjures up some nasty images in my mind. For starters, it makes me think of livestock and tainted beef.

She was pretty cranky, but some Motrin and a nice long nap seemed to do the trick. Of course, we had to miss out on Wednesday playgroup. So, instead of hanging out with the other moms and chatting about life with babies, I sat in our family room watching boring t.v. with Eli. It wasn't so bad.

Then, the cleaning lady arrived 2 hours late, which meant she'd be here well past dinner and bedtime routine. In fact, it is 8:17 as I type this and she is still here! Yes, I know I shouldn't complain because I now have a clean house, but is it too much to ask that she come earlier in the day? Anyway...

I couldn't handle feeling like a prisoner in my own house while moving from room to room trying to get out of her way, so I suggested we go out to the local Chinese buffet for dinner. Steve reluctantly agreed and off we went. Per usual, Eli began his whining just seconds before my fork reached my lips, necessitating the holding of him in one arm while eating with the other. It never ceases to amaze me what I can accomplish one-handed these days.

Then, half way thru dinner it happened. That all too familiar feeling of warmth trickling down your neck and back that tells you that you have been spit-up on, and it wasn't minor! Yuck. The nice Chinese waiter came running over to help, while Steve handed me a cocktain napkin and continued to eat! Argh! A $%^&*(#* cocktail napkin, are you serious? "I've been puked on!" (said in Lucy from the Peanuts Gang voice) "Yuck, yuck dog germs!"

Sigh

We arrived home with a screeching infant in tow and a toddler ready for bed. The cleaning lady was still here, I hadn't accomplish anything all day and did I mention is was near 100 degrees?

Oh well, at least I have a clean house and an updated new blog! Life isn't so bad.