Two sick kids

If I were smarter, I would paint my car yellow and accept the fact that I will be a bus driver for the next fifteen years of my life. I would say goodbye to my favorite pediatrician, who is a 30 minute drive away, in favor of one who is closer to our new home. I’d buy box upon box of cereal because cooking a meal just isn’t happening these days. I’d hire a maid to clean the house, a baby-holder to entertain Hutson, and someone to help me sew. And then, I would laugh at myself because my “busy” isn’t half as busy as most peoples busy.

If that didn’t make any sense, it’s probably because we just took our third trip to the pediatricians office in a week. On our Saturday visit, we learned that Hutson had the croup and MR had a pretty bad ear infection. We left the visit with two prescriptions; a steroid for Huttie and a 10 day supply of Amoxicillin for sweet MR. On Tuesday, I realized that I had been giving Hutson three times the amount of steroids that he was supposed to receive. This in turn meant a nerve wracking call to poison control and another visit to the pediatricians office. On Wednesday, MR’s body broke out into a rash. This morning, the rash had spread. Since she is still taking Amoxicillin, the doctor wanted to examine her to make sure it was not an allergic reaction. After a quick examination, the doctor determined that the rash was most likely caused by the roseola virus . This would make perfect sense, since MR had such a high fever over the weekend (her fever remained around 103.8 for most of Saturday and Sunday). After a thirty minute drive and a 45 minute wait, we left the pediatricians office with a new prescription to clear up her ear infection. This will be the fifth prescription I have filled this week, leaving me to wonder if there is a pharmacy out there that offers rewards for frequent visitors; more specifically, frequent frazzled mamas.

I will not let two sick kids defeat me. I will not let my “busy” get the best of me. I will spend tomorrow lounging in my pajamas with two precious kids, endless bowls of Lucky Charms, and a DVR full of episodes from the Real Housewives and Modern Family….

MR is constantly asking for a napkin so she can wipe her hands and her mouth. If it were up to here, she would wash her hands no less than a dozen times a day. Much like her mama, she is not a fan of messes. Clearly her little brother was cut from a different cloth. No matter how hard we scrub, Huttie seems to stay dirty. He is as they say, all boy!