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Well, This Looks Familiar

I don’t even know how to describe this weekend, except to keep it as short and sweet as I can (HARD. so hard. Long-winded, I am). And especially after my last description of household illness, if I describe anything else to you that’s remotely like that, you’re going to unfollow me as quickly as I can say “grab the bucket!” And yet. My life. Friday, we had a two-hour delay for the girls’ school, which means that I was set to make six trips back and forth for drop-off and pick-up in the space of six hours. I thought that was going to be the toughest part of the day (oh, the universe loves “perspective,” doesn’t it?), except… Hives. Cian woke up with a single hive under his chin. By 8:30, I noticed them on his hands. By 9 they were popping up on his ears, and by 10 o’clock they covered his entire body. At lunchtime I was on the phone with the doctor, and by 2:30 we were in the car to the office. Bad allergic…

It’s Like a Horde of Slugs Exploded in Here

Two out of three children are sick with colds in this house. This means one thing, and one important thing only: that I will need to wash and disinfect our entire home, with special attention paid to the following. throw pillows arms of couches two tablecloths shoulders of my t-shirts hems of my t-shirts my pants the quilt on Quinn’s bed Quinn’s shirt sleeves every single item of clothing Cian has worn in the last 72 hours the handtowels, bath towels, and possibly a rug in the bathroom Saoirse’s pet blanket (she is not sick) my hair the dog I will refrain from grossing you out with the reason for my recent mass purchases of Lysol and bleach. You’ll see all the open boxes of tissues, strategically placed at preschooler-high level, all untouched, and come to your own conclusions, if you dare. So. If you’ll excuse me, it appears I have to go wring out the cat. Cian decided to give her fur a face-first hug, and well, you know what that means. She’s so shiny now…

When the Manual Has a Blank Page

So, took a whimpering Quinn to the doctor’s office tonight for an impromptu visit, at an hour when a) she should be sleeping, and b) I should either be trudging off to the gym, muttering curses all the while, or c) parked on the couch with some chocolate ice cream, my cute and charming husband, and Glee (after a day of wrangling the wee ones, I’ll let you decide which option I usually prefer). Do you remember how she initially had that walking pneumonia and an ear infection (of course you do. You are a loyal and awesome reader)? Well, apparently an antibiotic that works on one ailment doesn’t necessarily work on another. So what does that mean for the innocent 11-month-old? That’s right: a double ear infection that has gotten so progressively bad it causes a young lass to lose her usually massive appetite (she gained 11 oz. this week. That. Is not. Normal), cry whenever she nurses and randomly stick out her lower lip until it quivers while looking at me with tear-filled eyes, the memory of which will most certainly have us rushing out to buy…