Dear Monday, Eff You!!!

Now that we're safely towards the end of Tuesday, I can tell Monday, "F You, glad you're over and don't wanna see you ever again"!

After Shawn being out of town last week and the boys both having that horrible stomach virus, I was really looking forward to Monday. I was scheduled to have a furlough day on Monday. Though I was not looking forward to loosing my pay for the day, I was looking forward to having the day off to myself. Shawn was going to work and the boys were going to school. I was going to sit on my couch and listen to the silence of my man free house.

Notice the use of the word 'was' though that paragraph.

I scheduled Evan for his 18 month well baby visit for 9:00 a.m. on Monday. Thought it was a no-brainer. He needed his shots and I needed a reason for crawling out of bed before noon. Take Evan to the doctor, drop him off at school and get on with my doing of nothing. WRONG!

Sunday night, Evan starts with a runny nose, Nick with a pretty bad cough. By Monday morning, Nick's hacking bad enough that I decide to bring him with me to the doctor to have him checked out and Evan's snot has turned pale yellow. Yellow is even worse than green. How did we pass green without so much as a warning? The doctor refuses to give Evan his shots b/c, surprise, he has a sinus infection. Lovely. Here's 10 days worth of antibiotic, come back when he's done the full course and we'll give him his shots then. Yippee. Nick? He's got a cough, but nothing else that the doctor can find. They want him on the nebulizer. I explain that I can't find time to pee in the morning let alone 20 minutes to force medication. She agrees that he is old enough for an inhaler instead. Fun.

I'm able to drop the prescriptions off at the pharmacy and take Nick in to school. However, Evan is not allowed at school if he's shooting yellow snot out his nose. So much for my relaxing day. I'm now headed home with a sick baby - again. I'm tired of sick babies. Snot is better than puke, but I still don't want to be cleaning up any bodily fluids on my day of recovery. Oh well, gotta do what you gotta do. But first, I must call my husband and rant like a lunatic about how unfair it is that I lost my day off.

Back at home, antibiotics on board, Evan's in a far better mood than I expected and our day wasn't horrible. We were even brought a smile from the unexpected flower delivery from daddy (he really is a remarkable man, he should teach a class).

Now, it's the end of the day and Daddy is to pick up Nick from school. Sounds simple, right? It was right up until the truck wouldn't start. Now, half my family is stranded on the side of the road in Trenton outside my office. Shawn calls the battery truck for a jump, but that doesn't fix it. Shawn and battery guy are out in the street trying to fix the truck and, after a little over an hour, they succeed.

It's nearly 8:00 by the time Shawn and Nick are home with dinner. My 'day of recovery' was far from relaxing, but at the end of the day we were all safely in our house, curled up on the couch watching Sesame Street and laughing at how horrible the day was. At least it's over now and we're on to better days ahead.