Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

That was yesterday.

If you will remember back a week or so ago, I posted about my little family being under the weather.  Elise got on some antibiotics for her ear infection, Jason got better, and I was well again, too.  Or so I thought.

We got back into town Sunday afternoon.  I started feeling tired and not very good.  It started with a sore throat.  I thought I could just rest and it would be better.  So, I went to bed around 10pm.  I tossed and turned all night long.  I got up at 5am.  Hacked up some crap that was setting up camp in the back of my throat and checked my temperature.  Low fever.  I took some Tylenol and then went back to bed.

Jason got up and went to work.  I got up at 8:30am and called to make an appointment with my doctor.  I was feeling pretty bad.  The appointment was made for 1:15pm.  Elise was up, so I made her some breakfast and tried to think about a grocery list.  We had absolutely no food here since we went out of town.  Nothing sounded good to me.

I took a shower and got us ready.  We grabbed a sandwich on the way to the doctor's office.  I was in a daze driving to the doctor.  Tired and sick.

I had my evaluation... still having low fever, swollen throat and glands, no Strep.  She prescribed be some antibiotics for the infection.  Now, we headed back home to the store.  I had to get my prescription filled and find us some food for our house.  All I wanted was soup, so I got some ingredients to make Homemade Chicken Noodle.

My insurance wasn't going through at the pharmacy for some reason.  So I had to pay full price for my medicine and then call the insurance company.  After they got the problem solved, I had to call the pharmacy to get my money refunded.  I unloaded what groceries needed to go in the freezer or refrigerator, nursed Elise, and got her down for a nap.

I was laying on the couch waiting for Jason to get home so I could start cooking.  I had the front door open because Elise likes to look out the glass door.  I saw this young kid walk up to my door with his hand out going towards to doorbell....

And, like a crazy person I started waving my arms and yelling in a whisper "NO! NO! Don't ring the..."

"diiiiiiiiiiing doooooooong"

".......doorbell."

I opened the door and the poor kid said "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to"

:::sigh::: "it's ok"

"I'm selling these coupon books for the high school choir so we can go to New York, would you like to buy one?"

"Well, I would have if you wouldn't have rang my doorbell which consequently will wake up my napping baby and put an end to any kind of rest I could have had since I'M SICK AND ALL!!!!!!!!!!!! So, NO, I'm not buying your coupon book!"

Ok, I didn't really say that, but that's what I said in my mind.

"My husband has already bought one."

"Ohh, okay.  Thank you ma'am."

I shut the door and went to see if Elise was still sleeping... "please let her be asleep, please let her be asleep"

I looked through the crack at her.  She was looking back at me.

:::::Heavy Sigh:::::

I made her a snack and was in the process of feeding her when Jason came home at 6pm.  After I was done with that, I got started making our soup.  It was almost ready to eat.  The pager went off and Jason left at 6:45pm.  Well, so much for getting any kind of help.  I put Elise in her Pack N Play with some toys while I ate my soup as fast as I could.  She doesn't like entertaining herself in there for very long, especially if she can see me.

I picked up a few of the dirty dishes in the kitchen.  Ran Elise's bathwater and sat in the bathroom and watched her play in her bath for a while.  All the while, counting down the seconds until she and I could lay down and go to bed.  I got her dressed and ready for bed. 

Once more I sat her in her PNP so I could fold some clothes that were in the dryer.  She wailed the ENTIRE time.  So, I took finally took her out and set her on the floor with her toys.  She just cried and cried.  At this point, I thought about sitting on the floor and crying with her, but that wouldn't accomplish anything.

I fed the dogs and picked Elise up to sit on the couch and nurse her before bed.  Jason came home about that time.  It was 9pm.  She nursed and then crawled around for a bit until I took her and put her in her bed.  She was listening to her seahorse and being quiet.  I crawled in bed around 9:40pm.  Jason got in bed and then Elise started crying.

She was up crying off and on until 11:30pm.  I was so tired at this point all I wanted was for Jason to take care of her so I could just lay down.  I went in her room the last time and picked her up and she was quiet.  So, we took her to our bed.  But, she didn't want to lay with Jason.  She wanted me.  She wiggled her way from Jason's arms and over to me.  I laid her on my chest and all was well.... except I was sitting half way up trying to sleep and hold her.

Elise was finally calm enough to go back to Jason.  I laid down and fell asleep.  She slept in our bed until 3:30am.

I thought I might feel better today, but so far that's not the case.  I actually feel worse.  It's hard to take care of a baby when you don't feel good... especially a baby that only wants her Momma.... and when you want someone to take care of you.