Chronicles of a sickie at home Mommy...

It's been a rough week, to say the least. Last Tuesday night I came down with a sore throat. I thought it was a re-visit from the cold I'd just gotten over and didn't think much of it until it was still there the following day after keeping me up all night. The Hensons were coming in Wednesday night and I had some housework to do though I felt miserable. I managed to get it done and even cook dinner for their arrival. Wednesday night was another sleepless night - felt like I had knives in my throat. Thursday came and I felt worse than ever. The Hensons left for the remainder of their vacation and I went to bed Thursday night optimistic that tonight I would sleep as surely this throat thing was on it's way out. Thursday night was sleepless because Peyton was up all night, miserable. Uh, oh. I gave this nasty thing to my poor sweet baby! The impossible guilt of motherhood. I coddled him all night long and woke Ian at six asking him to take the morning off so I could sleep. He so sweetly obliged my request and I slept until about 10 and then headed to the store for "sick" supplies. I got home at 11 and had Peyton on my chest sleeping SERIOUSLY from 11 am to 5:45 pm when Ian arrived home from work. He only woke up a couple of times which is when this pitiful little picture was taken...

Friday, I thought I had a plan. I kicked Ian out of bed to make room for Peyton (don't worry, Ian got a much better nights sleep in the guest room) only to find that he wasn't interested in sleeping Friday night either. He had been running a fever since Thursday night and was just uncomfortable as could be, poor thing... Saturday left me feeling deflated. My own sore throat finally left me on Saturday afternoon but I was wasted. Nights of sleeplessness left me feeling somewhat depressed and I longed for normalcy. I thought I saw a light at the end of my sick little tunnel when Peyton started playing and acted "normal" only to be dimmed out by the worst night ever. Not only would Peyton not sleep Saturday night, he wanted to blather and play at 2:00 am while I was running on empty. I started to feel mad at him because I thought he was suddenly healthy and just "playing" me. Wrong again and usher in the Mommy guilt as his fever reached a whopping 105 on Sunday morning. Yikes, will this ever end??????? We got it under control and Sunday evening brought the Hensons by for dinner (this time they brought it) on the their way home to Spokane. It was a fun couple of hours (I even made a cake!) and then, alas it was night time again and the ever present fever was still upon us. It was a rough night though better than the last 5. I did manage to sleep for an hour at a time between wake ups. He spent the last two hours today sleeping on my chest and is now happily playing with Daddy while I type this. Will tonight be different? Will this fever ever break? Will I regain my sanity? Will there be any cake left by the end of the day? Tune in tomorrow for more from C.O.A.S.A.H.M!!!!!!!!!!!