Ugh. I made a remark last week about how healthy we had been this winter and I jinxed us. Clint was sick all last week and even missed his birthday party on Saturday night. Jack had a cold that turned into impetigo (that hand, foot, mouth thing), so he has been Mr. Pleasant. Lindsey has been throwing up every morning after breakfast and eating very little, which worries me because at her 2 year appt, she was only in the 8th percentile for her weight and anemic. Miracle of miracles, I have avoided getting sick, but since I am typing this, I will probably be the next victim.
We had a family birthday party last Saturday night for all the Karren birthdays (there are 4 of them, 3 being in my family). I made all the food and we had the party at my in-laws since they have a bit more room. We drove home with the van hatch halfway open due to a "new" little tykes cabin being bungeed in the back. The heat was blasting to keep us warm and I was trying my best to stay on the road despite the intense fog and Lindsey screaming her head off. I'm just happy we made it home in one piece. I can't wait until my husband is feeling better!
Life is busy. I am tutoring online 3 days a week and trying to stay on top of all the YW activities and lessons in my beehive calling, Clint is working hard to bring home the bacon and plays a little basketball on the side, and the kiddos seem intent on driving me crazy with the scream/hit sequence (Lindsey screams, Jack hits her, Lindsey screams more, Jack hits her harder). I will be soooooo thankful when this stage passes. Don't get me wrong, my house isn't always pure chaos and I truly do love my children, but they do know how to push my buttons and push they do, all day long. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, eh?