Two days, now, with only mild fever. Not coughing quite as much. Mebbe turned the corner on this one (she says in a whisper so as not to attract attention).
Sister gets here right about the time Budda Boy wakes up, and we decide she needs to load BB right up to take him to ER. Lips, hands and feet are blue. Weird coloring on his face, arms, and legs. Didn’t eat anything new last night, no blue popsicles, no blue toy that has been chewed. Looks a lot like cyanosis to my untrained eyes. Hoping it is nothing serious.
ER says O2 is okay, chest Xray clear. He has a lot of congestion that is maybe(?) the cause. Zyrtec and antibiotic. Keep an eye on him. Whoosh...
It is 1:45 and Sister is taking them all away until at least 7:00 to Shortie and Blondy’s youngest sister’s 14th birthday party (different dad, she lives with him). Nothing good on TV and finished all I have energy for outside. Headache maybe needs a lay-down. Will be much more enjoyable with peace and serenity in the house.
Shortie and Birthday Girl were horsing around in the bathroom trying to smear each other’s faces with cake. Shortie went over backward into tub and might have broken her tail bone. Done that before, owie!!!
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New day. Blondy went out with one of her bed partners last night and didn’t get home until around 6:00 this morning. Boy-baby started crying around 7:45 and Blondy didn’t get up and didn’t get up and didn’t get up. #&%^$*#% After yesterday’s scare, one might think she would be extra attentive, and one would be innnn-correct. I made him food, pulled the high chair into my room, changed his ucky diaper, and watched him eat 2 ½ eggs and a whole piece of toast. Awwwwww.
Raining again this morning. NOT complaining, just eager to get outside. I can see four or five newly opened daylilies and I WANT PITCHERS!! lol
Washed dishes and baby bed clothes. Cleaned up water on bathroom floor. Washed bathroom floor clean-up towels from day before. Cleaned up more water from bathroom floor. I neeeeeeeeedd that plumber! Sister received letter yesterday from IRS which says, oops, we owe you more money…and it will be coming in four to six weeks. WHAT?!? Aiyiyi. Can we say KILL? Bring in Arlo Guthrie to do just that one part—I WANT TO KILL, KILLL, KILLLLLL!
Sigh…Shortie will simply NOT listen to me. She is more pigheaded than her grandmother, only her grandmother would have listened to THIS: DO.NOT.LEAVE.GIRL.CHILD.UNATTENDED.ON.COUCH. Not even for one single second. Welp, today, she found out why she should have listened when she turned away for one single second without securing baby and girl-child rolled off the couch to the hardwood floor and landed flat on her face. Shortie was afraid the baby’s nose was broken. It isn’t, but I also don’t think scare was long-lasting enough for Shortie to listen NOW, either… scheisse…
Brain drain continues. Anxious about the attorney appointment Tuesday morning. I have deep fears that either they decide not to take the case, or my not actually having set foot inside a doctor’s office for more than a year will disqualify me. Faith, I gotta have faith...and chocolate, gotta have chocolate.
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