So what happens when your week starts out on Monday with a 4am wake up call from the baby that says “Mommy, I barfed in my room . . . can I sleep with you?” By Friday when you are sitting in the hospital with your oldest child, you will ask yourself “can we just go back to the barf on Monday”.
The holidays are off to a Runamuk bang for the Dugdale clan. The Monday before school was out before Thanksgiving (so two weeks ago) the Ego and the Id stayed home with a terrible cold and stomach flu. By Wednesday the Superego had broken her arm in two places while doing a trick at gymnastics, and by Friday (when we were supposed to be flying to Denver to see Grandma and Grandpa), Mommy had stitches removed for a previous skin procedure, and we were in surgery to fix the Superego’s arm.
By the Monday of Thanksgiving week (a week ago) we had finally made it to Denver (3 days late), but almost immediately the Superego came down with a stomach bug and was vomiting all night long. Exhausted can’t begin to describe how we were all doing, but I have to say, the Superego is my hero. Her strength and resolve is unmatched. After everything she had been through, she only complained when the pain meds and antibiotics made her sick. That kid is amazing.
|Smiley cookies from Auntie Ju Ju (that might have been out in the sun too long. Either that or their eyeballs are supposed to be running!!)|
But, as it always does, life just kept on movin’, and taught us some lessons along the way – such as: