Will Sickness Ever End?

It has been one busy and exhausting week. It will be nice to just be able to sit on the couch for a while and relax. Well, I suppose that will have to wait until there are no more toddlers in the house.

After my husband being sick with a virus last week, I thought we might have some good recovery time. Yesterday started with canceling a previous booked appointment to have my car worked on to take my toddler to the doctor. Screaming all night and pulling at ears usually ends up as an ear infection. Confirmation: double ear infection. Thank God for Motrin though. That was the only thing that would ease her pain long enough to let her sleep. A toddler with only five hours of sleep can be pretty cranky.

So, antibiotics it is, those wonderful drugs that clear up infections.

With ear pain under control, I was able to put my toddler to bed with no problem last night. All seemed well until about 3:45:am. She woke up with her normal call of clapping her hands at the door until I get there. I thought I would just put her back to bed and lay back down myself. Oh, no. Nose bleed central and this is a first for her. There was blood all over the sheets, pillowcase, and her. After cleaning her up, putting a new diaper on her, and changing her sheets, she would have no part of going back to bed. Okay, I caved and let her lay down with my husband and myself. Restlessness sets in and she starts fussing about her ear hurting. Okay, Motrin, here we come. Finally, peace.

I am looking forward to a possible night of rest. Please, please, sleep descend on my toddler and me.

On to Wednesday Night Supper at our church. Dinner with choir practice after is the usual plan. I am looking forward to choir practice. There will be desert! This is our quarterly birthday celebration for our choir members. While grocery shopping today, I picked up all the ingredients for an ice cream sandwich casserole. Layers of ice cream sandwiches, cool whip, caramel topping, and chocolate sundae topping, it's just sinful delicious. This is my contribution to our celebration.

When I get home from choir practice, I am usually greeted by "Hello, Mommy" remarks coming down the stairs. After putting the children to bed, I will collapse on the couch with my husband. I usually love when he walks through the door, but on Wednesday nights, it's me that I love walking through the door.