I woke up Saturday morning to something quite unexpected. As I stumbled into the kitchen to get my adorable husband some juice, I glanced out our window and noticed that my car was gone.
As in MISSING, not there, absent from its usual home.
Of course, I freaked. There was yelling--lots of it--and some foul language mixed in, too. All the while, lazy husband continued to lie on the couch and laugh.
Surprise! He had gotten up early, taken my car to the detail place, and then WALKED home. At like five. In the dark.
It was a super start to what turned into not so super of a weekend.
Yesterday all three of us went to the doctor. Lofton in the am, Reese at lunch, and then myself in the afternoon.
Lofton and I both have strep throat. Yep, that’s right, I’m still sick. And now I’ve infected the hubs. Lofton just needed a little shot though. He’s only mildly infected.
My white blood cell count is abnormally high which evidently indicates the possibility of a secondary infection. I’m now on some super strength antibiotics which have zapped me of all energy. I was also given some “magic mouthwash.” I had never heard of it before and I hope to never need it again. What a combination; Mylanta, Benadryl, and lidocaine all mixed into a drink. It’s delish and coming to a bar near you soon!
Reese has a yucky cold. His poor nose is so raw that I almost cry just looking at it. We were certain he was going to have strep also, but so far our luck has held out with that.
Unfortunately, when we went to the ENT today for our post surgery check-up we got more bad news. It appears little man has staph {or a staph like infection} in his nose. He is now on antibiotics, plus an antibiotic nose ointment. We go back for a check-up again next Wednesday.
So that was our mother’s day {plus today}. Lots of sore throats, stuffy noses, and whining. The boys did get me two sweet cards, a new book, and a picture frame with an imprint of sweet boys’ chubby hand. And the car—it’s been rightfully returned to its home in the driveway; free of dog hair, trash, and pollen. I'm going to try my hardest to keep it that way!
Even sick I’m reminded of how blessed I am to be this little man’s mama. God chose me to take care of this child specifically; to love and nurture him, laugh at him, and encourage him. How great the responsibility parenthood is. Reese squealed with joy every time I opened his musical card yesterday. He is a constant reminder to Lofton and I that we need to take in each little moment-- in sickness and health.
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