Still Sick!

The past several days have been miserable. This cold was not constrained to the typical level where you just have to take it easy for a few days. No, this one has had me unable to stand for more than a few minutes at a time. And T is sick, too. As I lay in bed, coughing and sweating, I thought back to when I'd be sick before I had kids. It was also miserable, but at least it was quiet. Now the children are screaming in the background. And not far in the background, but in your ear. Because at one and three they are not old enough to look after themselves in another room. Although we did put W out on the back porch while we ate dinner the other night. He had been whining and crying incessantly and both T and I needed a break.

I didn't sleep much last night, I saw 12:48, 1:30, 2:30, 3:30, and 4:00am on the clock. Although I drifted off at least between one of those intervals since I had a dream. M tried to nurse at 4, but fortunately didn't yell much when I refused, and we both slept until he tried again at 6am, when he is allowed to nurse. Then we slept until 8:30am and both woke up in a good mood! A far cry from yesterday when T and I argued over who needed to feed the boys at 7:30am (M had been up since 6 and would be put off no longer). We wound up yelling at each other and throwing packaged meats on the floor. It wasn't pretty.

I'm still too weak to do much, but I did happily fix breakfast for M and myself before the other two woke up. I'm now on day SIX of sickness, but I feel the congestion drying up. Or at least draining-- I am coughing up a lung every few minutes but it's productive so I'm just trying to focus on the positive that I'm getting everything cleared up. After the past days of sinus pressure it will be a relief when this is all over.

And then I STILL have to finish the taxes. Had I not had this terrible, terrible illness I would be done by now. But I've had to go to bed at the same time as the boys to have any hope of being awake enough to care for them during the day, so there was no quiet time in the evenings to work on anything. T and I can't figure out why we got hit so hard while the boys got off easy. Based on the trajectory of their colds, we figured we'd be done in three days, tops. Well, M definitely has it worse than W, and then I was worse than M. It remains to be seen if T will be worst of all, but since I seem to be on the mend at least I'll be able to handle the boys while he's bedridden.