BF injured himself. I won’t say doing what. But he’s at home. Which is just as well as there’s nothing I could do for him and I haven’t got the energy to listen to him whine about it or baby him. Also, I really think he should have gone to Urgent Care yesterday and he insists on waiting for Monday.
So the kids and I are on our own. PB’s sick. Really sick. He was exceptionally mellow and easy going. Then he said he was cold so I took his temperature, gave him some Tylenol and told him to rest for a few minutes. He insisted he would be all better in time to go to Grandpa’s for Winter Solstice this afternoon. Then (having wet his own bed last night) he put himself to sleep in his sister’s bed at 10am. He woke up at 11:30 seeming much better and again insisted we still needed to go to Grandpa’s.
We got to Grandpa’s and he didn’t want to get off the couch, not for anything. He felt hot to the touch so I ran out for a bottle of Ibuprofen. Half an hour later he was back to his cheerful self. We made it home (with on emergency potty stop, and he did manage to hold it long enough) and he wouldn’t walk in from the car. So I got J and part of our stuff in and came back to carry him. I put him on the floor and went to make up his bed and get the PJ’s out. Five minutes later he was still curled up in his coat. I pulled the coat off and burned myself on his hot little neck. So after another temperature taking I gave him more Tylenol and some water. He’d just swallowed when he said he was going to throw up. Much as I tried to fly, we didn’t make it in time. He lost it all over himself, me, the floor, everywhere. Poor J wanted to know what was going on and got yelled at to stay away.
And I really needed an extra pair of hands. But I managed. J’s tucked in bed, sleeping. PB’s sleeping in the living room, I wanted him close and Not on the top bunk. My mom bailed me out be running over a little bit of laundry soap so the worst of the mess’s on spin cycle right now. I’m waiting for the hot water to catch back up so I can have a shower and get it out of my hair. Yes, it really went every where. Good thing I have short hair now. It’s all neatly tucked in a bandana. And I’m wearing clothes that were in need of a washing when I took then off this morning. Soon, I will be all clean. I’ve taken care of everyone else, now I get to take care of myself.
Maybe it ‘s better that no one has to see me like this…. But damn would it have ever been nice to have head someone to hand me the paper towels so I wouldn’t have had no choice but to track it all the way across the kitchen. I almost asked J to bring me her blanket, as it was the only thing she could have reached that might have helped.