Olivia cried REALLY a lot. Like for HOURS. And REALLY sobbed. Not even putting on Aiden's favourtie transformer shirt could make her happy.As a result I didn't exactly get around to cleaning the disaster that is my house...
It took my 3 hours just to get one load of dishes in the dishwasher... but I am so very thankful for that dishwasher. Oh how I love thee.
Olivia was really mad at me for trying to do ANYTHING other than hold her...
My poor Owen- in the green- spent the entire day in that chair. He didn't eat. He barely drank. He got up to pee once or twice. He fell asleep a lot. And he went to bed at 7 pm. I guess his prescription isn't working.
Aiden was so bored. It was all I could do to keep him from jumping ON Owen to get him up. Aiden was so miffed that Owen didn't want to play. Not even our beloved TV could keep him entertained. Once daddy got home and played with him all was well.
I don't feel well. My ears are ringing from the constant screaming. My chest hurts from the horrible asthma coughing I've been doing all day. My body aches from carrying Olivia around all day while I tried to clean the house. My ears ache inside from my head cold. My nose hurts from all the blowing. And I am just plain tired.
On the up side I called our beloved family doctor and she phoned in a prescription for Olivia and for me... again I am so grateful that she didn't make me drag my sick kids to her office. Three cheers for small town doctors.
I really want to get better now.