The Weekend that Wouldn't End

So Friday was a typical Friday. Only it was pouring rain. I know, I know we have turned into big weather wimps since moving to San Diego, but hey, its San Diego you can be a weather wimp and it doesn't matter. It actually wasn't rainy all day, but it started pouring right when it was time to pick up the kids. So I pick up Savannah, and then we go to get Lincoln. We make it home, and she claims she's sick. Savannah claims she's sick at least a few times a week, so I didn't think much of it. I took her temp just to appease her, and it was 99.3. I needed to go get a baby shower gift, but because of the rain and the kids being extra whiny I called Jesse to come watch them while I ran to the mall. An hour later I returned and Savannah's temp was 102. Ok, so maybe she was sick. I gave her Motrin, and the 3 of us snuggled up on the hide-a-bed and watched a movie.

6:30 am on Saturday Savannah wakes me up. Neither of my kids ever wake up before 9 on their own, so already I know that we have a problem. Yep, her temp is 103.7. More Motrin, call her girl scout leader to cancel for the cookie booth we were supposed to be doing. Text Aunt Dolly and Grandpa Conger to tell them not to come to the cookie booth. I still wanted to go to the baby shower, so at 9:45 I dropped the kids off at Jesse's house with Motrin and strict instructions to give Savannah some at 10:30 or else. At 11 I get a text from Jesse that Lincoln was crying to come home. At noon I arrive at his house to pick Lincoln up, and he is literally standing at the door waiting for me. And surprise, Savannah is asleep in Jesse's bed looking really horrible. And she has peed his bed, so she needs to come home too. We get home, and her temp is 104.5. Someone forgot to give her the Motrin. I get her all drugged up and she and I snuggled on the couch and watched movies while Lincoln tore the house apart. Saturday night was supposed to be the big Daddy/Daughter ball, but obviously they couldn't go, so I tried to no avail to find someone to take their tickets. Around 5 o'clock the doorbell rings. Its Aunt Dolly, Grandpa Conger, and the cousins. You know those times when someone shows up at your house and it looks like a tornado just came through your house, and the carpet desperately needs to be vacuumed, and the sink is overflowing and you realize that you have to let them in, and you just want to crawl in a hole and die. Yep, that's about how I felt. So for the next three hours the kids played while Dolly, Grandpa and I sat in the mess and stared at each other. Awkward!

Sunday morning we wake up, and Savannah's temp is still lingering in the 103-104 range when unmedicated, right around 100 with Motrin. So we spent yet another day sitting around watching tv, playing computer games, etc. This is when I pulled out the big guns with the playdough.

Monday, Savannah still has the fever. I decide its time to call the doctor. Only wait, its President's Day so they are closed. I talked to the after hours nurse, and she said that she thought I should take Savannah to the ER, but to wait and she would have the on-call doctor call me. So I talk to the doctor, who says it sounds like Savannah's has influenza, and that she suspects that her fever will break that afternoon, but keep her home until she has been fever free for 24 hours and if she isn't better in the morning bring her in. Yeah, another day at home with stir crazy kids. And to make it even better, as the day goes on I realize that I'm getting sick. I've had a cold for about a month, but suddenly I'm coughing a ton. Just talking is making me feel winded. When I start coughing I can't stop and I literally feel like I'm suffocating. Great, just what I need.

Tuesday morning rolls around, and I literally felt like I was dying. Savannah is completely better, but has to stay home from school anyway. Lincoln and I were supposed to go a field trip with his class, but obviously I'm not going and his teacher doesn't think its a good idea for him to go without a parent, so he gets to stay home too. So I'm stuck home feeling like I'm an inch away from death with two kids that are completely stir crazy and hyper. I finally broke down and made myself a doctor appointment, even though I detest going to the doctor. I was about to take them both with me when it occurs to me that Aunt Dolly lives about ten minutes away, is home during the day when her kids are not, and has already been exposed to all our germs! Luckily Aunt Dolly was willing to watch them for me. So I headed to the doctor on base. 2 hours later, I walked out with a diagnosis of bronchitis, a round of steroids, 2 bottles of cough syrup with Codeine, and an inhaler. I guess I really was as sick as I felt. Now Tuesday is supposed to be Jesse's night with the kids, and I was really looking forward to the break but unfortunately he had to cancel. He had a half decent excuse (worked late then had to go pay for and pick up his new car) but I was at the end of my rope and had a complete breakdown. Complete meaning that I called my sister in Utah sobbing. Not my finest moment.

Luckily we all survived. Wednesday I was so happy to take the kids to school I could have cried. By some miracle I managed to finish all of my Wed work plus what I didn't finish on Tuesday by 3 PM, did a load of dishes and decided to lay down for a few minutes. Jesse redeemed himself by stopping by on his way home from work, and seeing how crappy I felt volunteered to pick the kids up from school and take them to his place for a few hours. He actually volunteered to keep them overnight, but I said no.

So now its Thursday night, and almost the weekend again. How can it be the weekend already if I haven't recovered from last weekend yet?