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Grant caught a headcold last week, and I had it over the weekend. Normal sinus headache, drippy nosed annoying nonsense. We still went to church and tended the garden (we have tomatoes! Finally! all that restaking and organizing after every hurricane all summer worked...). Last night it got a little worse, though, and then as of this morning I think I would actually say I'm "sick". My throat's all swollen inside and it's hard to talk, and I just want to sleep.
But Isaac has a runny nose, won't nap, and wants to nurse nonstop, which I understand, and don't mind too much when we're cuddled up together while Jake's sleeping. But Jake is fussy. And so I'm carrying/slinging him in a nonstop bounce and pat and bob and rock and pat and bounce and it isn't working. He's asleep now. So I should be happy.
Except that the toilet is overflowing, everytime anyone tries to use it, and the bottoms of my jeans are wet with toilet water from standing on towels and trying to plunge it (with a baby strapped on fussing as I steadily talk to him in my hoarse voice, outside of the door where Isaac WAS finally falling asleep). I can't fix it. I had Annie and Aaron peeing in the backyard while I got the babies changed (Jake's diaper leaked a freaking PUDDLE all over the couch, while Annie was holding him), but then Aaron had to poop. So I was back in there.
Let me tell you, NONE of these kids know how good they've got it...I can't imagine COMPLAINING about someone trying to lay me down and pat me gently and telling me it's naptime.
But Isaac has a runny nose, won't nap, and wants to nurse nonstop, which I understand, and don't mind too much when we're cuddled up together while Jake's sleeping. But Jake is fussy. And so I'm carrying/slinging him in a nonstop bounce and pat and bob and rock and pat and bounce and it isn't working. He's asleep now. So I should be happy.
Except that the toilet is overflowing, everytime anyone tries to use it, and the bottoms of my jeans are wet with toilet water from standing on towels and trying to plunge it (with a baby strapped on fussing as I steadily talk to him in my hoarse voice, outside of the door where Isaac WAS finally falling asleep). I can't fix it. I had Annie and Aaron peeing in the backyard while I got the babies changed (Jake's diaper leaked a freaking PUDDLE all over the couch, while Annie was holding him), but then Aaron had to poop. So I was back in there.
Let me tell you, NONE of these kids know how good they've got it...I can't imagine COMPLAINING about someone trying to lay me down and pat me gently and telling me it's naptime.
