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Last Thursday and Friday Michael was home sick from school. Monday Patrick was home sick and Tim had to take the day off because I was sick.
Yesterday Tim was home again because I was sick enough to end up spending the afternoon in the UR getting fluids pumped into me.
This morning both the boys went to school, I am recovering and over the worst of it but Miss Elise woke up caked in vomit and diareah.
It has been a rough few days in the Shannon house. Tim deserves a Dad of the week award for all his care taking and still balancing working from home whenever possible.
I picked a good one. Ladies skip the clubs and bar scene and check out the nearest software developer/IT/computer geek department, that is where all the good ones are hiding.

If the fates allow

“Through the years we all will be together. If the fates allow…. Have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

The fates were not on our side this year.

I mentioned that Elise was sick over Christmas Eve (here) and Christmas day (here). She had a fever that couldn’t be broke by Tylenol and cold baths. She wasn’t sleeping and wasn’t eating. This went on for 4 days. Yesterday (Friday), the day we were suppose to head to Grand Forks for the Shannon Christmas, my Mom and I took her to the walk in clinic before hitting the road. It ends up her high temperature, cough, lack of appetite, congestion and runny nose were all symptoms of Influenza A. My poor baby girl was sicker than we realized. She is so strong.

When the clinic confirmed that she tested positive for the flu we knew we couldn’t take her to the Shannon’s. It was quite the let down for all of us but we knew it was the right thing to do. The boys were surprisingly mature about it though they were the sad about missing out on playing with their cousins.

It was a long nine-hour ride home. Elise was very uncomfortable the whole ride. We got in around 10 pm and the kids went straight to bed. Elise slept the best she had in days. What is it about sleeping in your own bed? This morning her fever broke for the first time. There still isn’t even a glimmer of a twinkle in her eyes but I think she is on the road to recovery. The boys however are claiming to be sick. They both look a little pale but neither have a fever, yet. We don’t know if they are “playing sick” because it is unpacking, cleaning and getting everything organized day or if they have caught what Elise has. I hope they are being reluctant helpers and are not sick.



I am writing this in a foggy but completely confident, semi conscious and heavily medicated state. I firmly believe that medicated blogging has a higher risk of embarrassment than its partner in crime, drunk dialing/texting. At least when you drunk dial/text only one person hears/reads your rant. That can not be said about blogging under the influence. But against my better judgement I feel the need to share with you all why I am medicated.

Yesterday a doc listened to me hack up a long while I tried to take deep breaths. He diagnosed, just as I predicted he would, that I have Bronchitis. Again.

Because of my doctor is such an astute diagnostician this morning I had 6 different pills to take. My head is slowly turning from pressure packed to swimming in nonsensical circles.

I thought I better get this post out somewhere in between the pressure and the swimming when I am at my sharpest…

The whole house is sick. Michael and Patrick have not gone to school all week. The boys seem do be doing better this morning but they both still have a lingering cough and because getting them to cover their mouth when they cough is a constant nag fest from me, “Gross. Michael cover your mouth when you cough. How many times do I have to tell you?” Seriously, how many times until it sinks in? Mouth covering wise he is batting at about 40% right now and Patrick is much less.EI think Michael forgets and Patrick does it to make his cough that much more dramatic.

Don’t say it. I know. Patrick is my genetic karma.

For whatever reason they don’t cover their mouths, deliberate or not, they shouldn’t be in school spreading the love.

Elise is the picture of a nose dripping disgusting mess. And of course she is personally offended EVERYTIME I wipe her nose.

There should be some sort of scientific law that when a mom is sick the kids can’t be and vise versa. I am so cranky and exhausted that I have a hard time not shouting, “I am sicker than you. I have bronchitis. AGAIN! Suck it up and let me wipe your gross, leaky nose and please at least cover your mouth.” But I don’t. Instead I swing from the extremes of laughing at the ridiculousness of it all to wanting to cry in my bed until sleep takes over.

Yeah. Patrick gets the dramatic side from me.

Tim’s post of us being sick would go a little something like this:

“We are all sick. The boys are staying home from school because they are coughing germs everywhere. Elise is having trouble sleeping because her nose is stuffed and runny at the same time. Meg has bronchitis again.”

Tim took off 3 days last week when all of this was starting. I wish he could take more time off because what I need more than anything is to just rest and stay in bed so I can concentrate on fighting this off. But we have 3 wonderful germy petry dishes so Tim needs to work to pay for the 6 different pills I have to take so I can take care of those petry dishes . Oh how I long for the days where I could sit on the couch, watch bad tv and have a pity party for a few days while I fought of bronchitis (AGAIN!).

So why did I write this post? Mostly because it gives me perspective and makes me laugh and see the ridiculousness of it and I write it to let you all know that the reason we have suddenly dropped off the blogging radar and that we are okay (relatively) and we will be back soon… probably after 10 days of antibiotics with a strong side dish of 200% of my daily vitamin C.

Burn Out

I have been burned out big time lately and the website has suffered, more than suffered it was like one of those sad eyed neglected children with a distended belly and flees flying around its matted hair… okay maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration but you get the point.

These past few months – starting around the beginning of fall up to the holidays – have been really tough. Shitty would be more honest, shitty both figuratively and literally. Potty training was a complete bust. Michael will not do it. I can not get him to say a final good bye to his diapers. So besides the literally shitty-ness that was happening behind curtains, in corners and all over our new wood floors there was the figurative shitty-ness that almost broke our spirits. It started with an H1N1 scare, then a couple bad colds for the boys then of course Tim and I got sick. Just when we thought we were turning the corner on all the sickness Michael got really sick. We found out that he actually did have H1N1. Then Patrick got it but not as bad because of the drugs the Doctor prescribed. Shortly after that I started getting sick too. I didn’t have H1N1. Nope, I had something else. After five failed tests the sixth finally confirmed that I was sick from the baby that was growing in my belly. Pregnant! Again! Number three will be here in July. The due date is July 14th. This news was not shitty. This news kept us going and made us so very happy. However on top of being elated over being pregnant I was sick. I had severe all day morning sickness. It got so bad that i needed to go on meds just to get through the day. I lived on applesauce and saltines for almost 2 months. It was the best diet I have ever been on. I dropped major weight and eating became a 3 times a day battle. And during all of this it was crazy busy Roll Out time for Tim. He was working on average 90-100 hours a week.

It was a challenging few months, so yes, the website did suffer. We will get some pics up soon and maybe even a few videos. Mom- I am still trying to capture Michael singing Jesus Loves me on video. I promise to post the video as soon as I trick Michael into singing in front of the camera!

Christmas was a nice break-even if that break included 2 feet of snow. The boys had a blast playing with family and being spoiled with tons of toys. Tim and I were grateful for the time to relax (and for all the great loot ).

I am starting to feel better. The all day morning sickness is now just morning sickness sprinkled with a few boughts of sickness through out the day usually around meal time. I have been able to put back on all the weight I lost so that is some good news. Tim says this one has to be a girl because boys don’t cause this much trouble!

This post has been a serious downer. This fall and the start of winter hasn’t been all bad. We had a great Thanksgiving with just the 4 of us. Michael’s obsession with animals has jump started a love for learning. Because of animals he now knows his alphabet and sings his ABCs with out hesitation, he counts to 50 (then gets confused and goes back to 15) and he sings Jesus Loves Me all by himself. Patrick learns a new word everyday and expresses himself so well, better than Michael ever did at this age. His new word today was monkey. He is also counting. He only counts to 2 consistently. An occasional 3 is thrown in there but that is only when he is counting with Michael.

So I guess all and all the Lord never gives us more than we can handle… He tested us this fall but through Him and some strong meds from our doctor we made it through!

And yes Beth, You read this whole thing and I didn’t attach any pics. Give me time. I will try my best to get some up tonight.