(Modified at 12:30am, Wednesday)
After a wonderful break from the sick ward last night (I went to a women's event coordinated by our church where I got my coupons clipped and my shopping list started), I headed to bed. Which turned out to be a frustrating endeavor all around. Little Boy, as usual, woke up in need of Tylenol, sometime. The nights are all blurring together so I have no idea when it really was. He did, thankfully, sleep til morning.
Then at 4am, Little Girl woke up and started crying. Loudly. I went in there to find her complaining that she needed a drink. Argh. We have been working on waking up quietly for months now, but sometimes she still goes dramatic on us.
Last night, she woke Elli up with all the fuss. Elli was very unhappy when we all went back to bed. But she settled down.
Until Little Girl got back up to go potty (to her credit, she did this on her own). But she started crying and carrying on from the potty. I had now been up three times in the night, so I asked Scott to check on her. I have no idea what was wrong, but when he tucked Little Girl back in bed, Elli started yelling. She didn't stop for an hour.
As I tossed and turned, I fantasized about building a soundproof bedroom. Scott and I were both awake and extremely frustrated. We knew today was busy and would not allow for naps, what with the hardwood floor installation continuing and all. There's nothing quite like two grown adults lying in bed at 5am, fuming at a 7-year-old who has no concept of being quiet and letting other people sleep.
Now running on a severe, long-term sleep deficit, I finally got Elli up at 7am, got her ready for school, gave her a breathing treatment for her now chronic cough, and sent her off on the bus. The hardwood floor guys arrived, and I packed a lunch. Since we were not spewing snot everywhere today, I figured the best escape from the noise would be a trip to the Children's Museum.
Just before I left, the school nurse called to see if she could give Elli another breathing treatment. I said to go for it, and off we went, not even thinking that perhaps this might be a bad idea.
On the way, I missed three calls from school saying that the treatment hadn't helped and that Elli was now running a fever and needed to go home. I finally got the messages when we got into the museum and kids were playing.
Rain poured the whole time we were out, and I only had 1 umbrella.
I called Scott, who fortunately was working from home this morning, and asked him to pick Elli up, so the kids could play for a teeny little bit before I dragged them out again. (I had to pick up her wheelchair later because it won't fit in his car.)
I locked my keys in the van.
We waited in the rain for 15 minutes for security, only to learn from another driver that they couldn't unlock cars.
Scott drove all the way down to the museum after picking up Elli to unlock the van. I figured he'd get there long before AAA would, and driving was quieter than being home anyway.
We finally got home around 2, but you can't rest when your entire house is full of construction tools, supplies, and noise. When everyone is sick, you can't escape at someone else's house either. So the only person who got a nap was Little Boy, after the installers left for the day.
The good news is that they will be done midday tomorrow, the floors look amazing and are SO much easier to maneuver the wheelchair and other equipment over, and Little Boy is definitely doing better. I haven't gotten the stomach flu...yet. Despite the day's twists and turns, I managed by the grace of God to not lose my temper, and didn't get too snappish either, at least til dinner. I will be rescheduling tomorrow's meeting at school a second time, but Elli's teachers couldn't be there tomorrow anyway.
The bad news is that Elli went from stomach flu to cold and fever without skipping a beat. I really hope that doesn't put her at higher risk for Elli-style complications.
