Well, really, maybe more semi-conscious than alive, and more stumbling than kicking.
In the last couple weeks, I have…
…made 5 trips to [larger town an hour away, where we go for pediatrician appointments and shopping].
…taken each of the three kids to the pediatrician (in three separate trips, of course).
…ended up in the local hospital’s emergency room at 6:30 AM on Saturday morning*, only to leave an hour later, without having seen the doctor, and drive to [larger town an hour away, where we go for pediatrician appointments and shopping] to see the pediatrician.
…been swarmed by some odd-looking, flying bug in my driveway; called the Bug Guy; and found out hey! guess what! WE’VE GOT TERMITES!
…spent more than four hours Friday afternoon helping with the PTO Little Caesars Pizza Kits fundraiser, lifting and sorting boxes, sweating like a pig, and trying to remember why I signed up for that?
…attended five basketball games, with five more to go (four last week, three this week, and three next week).
…somehow found myself driving our 70-year-old babysitter and her 83-year-old husband to [larger town an hour away, where we go for pediatrician appointments and shopping] for their doctor appointments, spending the day shushing and chasing Big Boy, and wondering how the heck I got myself into that one?
So, you see. I’m still here. More or less, anyway. Just not feeling very creative or witty lately.
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*Long story short: We put Big Boy to bed healthy this past Friday night. He awoke at 4:30 AM Saturday morning, coughing like a barking seal and having trouble breathing. Very scary. The pediatrician diagnosed croup and ordered a shot of steroids, which helped tremendously. He’s fine now, thank goodness.