So much for my blogging streak. Here’s an example of the delightful events I have to blog about.
Friday, February 4
6 a.m. – Ben awake and trying to wake up everyone in the house. Starts with “Dada!” then “Mama!” then moves down the line to “Sissy!” and “Gavo!” Gavin leaves his room (which he shares with Ben) and crawls into bed with me. No one gets Ben until almost 7 a.m. when it’s time to get ready for school. He doesn’t mind too much.
7 a.m. – Bowls of oatmeal for the boys and dry Eggo waffles. Waffles with Nutella for Megan.
7:30 a.m. – Send Megan and Gavin out the door. Thankfully, not our week to drive carpool.
8-11 a.m. – Lay on the couch and moan. Eat lots of Eggo waffles and toast. Load dishwasher and start washing clothes. Stop at CVS to fill Ben’s prescription for Amoxil because his snot has gotten just a little greener this morning.
Noon – Put Ben down for nap.
1 p.m. – Lay down in bed. Before head hits pillow, Ben starts yelling. He has apparently spent the last hour filling his diaper. Change him and lay him back down amid protests.
1:30 p.m. – Start to doze. Ben starts yelling again. Apparently, he’s not going to take a nap today.
3:00 p.m. – Kids get home from school. Since it’s Friday, they are allowed to watch TV and play computer.
5:00 p.m. – Make relatively bland chicken, rice, and carrots for dinner. No one eats much, and instead of settling my stomach, makes me feel worse.
6:30 p.m. – Christopher gets home and plays with Ben, puts him to bed.
7:00 p.m. – Lay in my bed, listen to Christopher clean the kitchen and dining area and supervise Megan’s piano practice, put the kids to bed.
9:00 p.m. – Emerge for a bowl of cereal. Christopher wants to watch a movie. We pick Smokey and the Bandit off Netflix, which I’ve never seen and think is hilarious.
11:00 p.m. – Go to bed. Throw up bowl of cereal first, for good measure.
11:30 p.m. – Ben starts violently coughing. Convince Christopher to get up and give him half a teaspoon of Delsym. Christopher comes in the bedroom and says, “You can’t give this to children until 4.” I say, “The label used to say ages 2 to 6 but the government changed it. Trust me, give him half a teaspoon.”
12:00 p.m. – Christopher doesn’t believe me, so I get up and give Ben the Delsym, a spoonful of honey, a drink of water, slather him with Vicks Vaporub, and change his diaper. I believe in a shotgun approach to treating nighttime coughs.
5:00 a.m. – Ben awake again. At least my approach worked for five hours.
6:15 a.m. – I finally get Ben out of his crib and plop him on the couch in front of Curious George and go back to bed. He comes in after 15 minutes asking for oatmeal and a story.
7:00 a.m. – Megan and Gavin get up. We leave them in charge and go back to bed until 9 a.m. No one dies.