It's 5:40am, and I'm up with a sick child. We were all healthy at the same time for 4 days. Elli has a fever, which I always know because she kind of grunts with every breath.
This week I tried to get a lot done since we all were feeling well for the first time in nearly 4 weeks. I got a bunch of Christmas shopping done (the kids are all done except for a few little stocking stuffers, and I am over half-way finished with everyone else - except for Scott). I got a lot of laundry done. I got bills paid and some papers sorted. And I took the younger two kids to swim at our community center (I've been wanting to take them for weeks but we weren't well enough).
However, Sunday night I stayed up late by choice and was awakened very early by the kids. My total hours of sleep: 3.5. I haven't been the same since. I must be getting older because I didn't bounce right back like I usually do. Even yesterday, after two normal nights of sleep and a few catnaps, I still wasn't myself. I've been irritable and short with the kids... and everyone else.
I think Sam is really feeling it too -- he had a really bad day yesterday. He told 4 different kids at preschool, including his best friend Jamie, that he didn't want to be their friend anymore. Jamie was sobbing when her mom picked her up. I felt horrible because I know how crushing that is for a girl. We've had a couple talks with Sam about it, but he insists that he doesn't want to be her friend. I think it's that he doesn't know how to express that he'd like to play with some of the other kids sometimes. I'm hoping that a good night's sleep or two will change his attitude by Friday so he can apologize and give her a big hug.
Meanwhile, we'll see what Elli has and try to keep it from spreading through the family. I guess I better set the dishwasher back to "sanitize." I just turned that setting off yesterday.
