My birthday turned out to be a very nice day, complete with a dozen roses delivered to me at work and a surprise dinner date that evening. We hadn't gone out to dinner alone since June, and this time we even managed to sneak in a short, romantic encounter at night's end. That's a rarity these days.
President's Day was a paid holiday for me, so Punky and I took the opportunity to go home for the weekend since we hadn't been since Christmas. I spent some time getting my tax stuff ready and Punky had fun playing with her cousin Landon. And how nice they played together...
My nephew wasn't all too impressed with his cousin in the past, but either he's accepted the fact that she's here to stay or maybe he just likes her better now that she does stuff other than taking his toys and licking them. She snuck one in here and there, I saw her. Anyway, he actually hugged her, kissed her, and even told her he loves her before we left to come home on Monday. He shared his toys, even his big red car. What a sweet four year old he can be...when the mood strikes him.
As I left my mom's house on Monday, my nose was running. Nothing new. She has a dog and I'm highly allergic. When it continued to run constantly the entire drive home, I knew it was more than allergies. I was sick. And it was going to get worse before it got better.
By the time we got home, I had used every restaurant napkin I had stuffed in my console and glove box and my nose was already sore from blowing and rubbing. The low fever, dull headache, and chills weren't far behind. Dammit.
After barely sleeping a wink, I made the drive to work Tuesday but soon realized I wouldn't be there for long. I felt awful, but at the same time I hate missing work. It feels so...irresponsible. Nevertheless, I was home by eleven.
The rest of the day, aside from Punky's miraculous three hour afternoon nap, was rough. Having a toddler that won't let you sit for a second is absolutely no fun for a sick mama. I actually burst into tears in the evening when she pulled me from the couch for the hundredth time because she wanted something she wasn't allowed to have in the first place. He was third shift this week so he slept through the day, but when he got up I was able to grab a much needed forty-five minute nap before he had to get ready for work.
Wednesday went almost exactly the same except I made it till noon at work. By late evening I was starting to feel a bit better and I knew the worst of it was over. Good thing since I almost depleted all the tissue boxes in the house and my nose reached the beautiful shade of fire engine red. Today I worked all day. Finally accomplished something this week.
I hardly ever get sick. Thanks to my allergies to everything under the sun, my immune system is always running on high. When I do get sick, I am not good at it. Not one bit. Pain I can handle; a head cold makes me miserable.
Thankfully Punky hasn't shown any signs of catching it. Tuesday night she ended up in bed with me for about three hours and I thought for sure it would seal the deal. We have been so lucky thus far. If and when she ends up it traditional daycare, we are completely screwed. She hasn't been exposed to all the crap germy little kids spread around...poor thing will probably be sick for months with one thing after another.
And I almost forgot, two more teeth showed up while we were home this weekend. One top center one, and one off to the side but also on the top. So at almost fourteen months, the grand count is now four teeth. She had been a bit cranky a few days prior but certainly not unreasonable. I was surprised to see the new teeth. It happens so infrequently I forget they're coming.
I hope the ball keeps rolling and more are soon to follow. It is really a challenge feeding her now. She wants our food, no matter we're having, but most of it she can't have. With only two bottom teeth, she was limited on what she could handle chewing. Mealtime will be much easier when she has enough choppers to share what we cook. Okay, okay...what he cooks.
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