Frayed

Pin It My sister emailed me to tell me to update my blog or suffer the consequences, so here I am. I just couldn't blog this week. Nothing seemed the slightest bit amusing. We have been hanging on by a (rapidly fraying) thread.

We took Carter back to the doctor again yesterday. His breathing was a lot better, but I was starting to wonder if he'd developed pneumonia. He started throwing up mucus yesterday, poor kid. (He has a mean gag reflex. He will throw up on a DIME. The good part of that though, is that he has learned to run for the toilet if he thinks he's going to barf. Only three year old I know who consistently barfs right into the toilet. As a former bulimic, I'm SO proud. He's definitely his mother's son.)

The doc says his lungs are clear, and that all of the loose snot is actually a good thing, and that he should be feeling better any day now. He actually DOES feel great during the day. He wants to play outside, and since there are always other children outside who he might infect, we can't let him do that a whole lot. He is not happy with us. We have resorted to far too much TV, far too much computer. The nighttime still isn't much fun for him. He coughs all night long. They gave him some ultra strong cough medicine and last night we didn't hear a peep. We had to go in and check on him several times to make sure he was still breathing. Abby and Sarah are back in school and feeling fine.

Really - thank you so much to everyone who commented, called, and emailed me. It meant a lot to me. I am honestly so touched to know people care. I am so completely socially delayed in real life that I end up isolating myself a bit. It is odd that comments should become so meaningful, but they are. So thank you.

I have been away from blogging not only because we've been busy worrying about survival, but also because I've had a lot of work. I write for a living and usually love it, but unfortunately, the soul sucking, boring, dry, make-me-want-to-stab-a-fork-in-my-eye nature of the jobs I've completed lately (including a technical response to a request for a proposal from the DMV, a brochure and website for an SAP programmer, a Chiropractic Practice ezine, and a series of articles on economic strategies for credit unions) have left me feeling dead inside. DEAD. The thought of writing for fun is starting to sound completely foreign.

I've been working late hours too - I got 2 hours of sleep on Wednesday, and 2.5 on Thursday. My husband brought me a bag of minature candy bars on Thursday morning, because he knew I needed some sugar energy, and I ATE THE WHOLE THING. The whole thing people. In two hours. Help.

P.S. I am not pregnant. Someone asked if pregnancy would be a good thing or a bad thing. BAD THING, what with the whole impending uterine rupture thing my doctor keeps harping on. We really need to TAKE STEPS, I know.

P.P.S. Carter just asked us to "pause" the board game Candyland so that he could go to the bathroom. Yup. Too much TV.