Rough Week

It all started last Thursday when I picked up the girls from Mom's day out. Sydney woke up from her nap crying, which she never does, so I knew she wasn't feeling well. When we got home she had a fever and all she wanted to do was cuddle with me. Joey got completely freaked about the fever, so much so that he went out to buy a new thermometer so he could take a rectal temp. We had one of those digital ear thermometers that we bought before the girls were born and they suck, total crap, never buy one. You can take a temperature and usually you know it is way too low. Take it 2 seconds later and 10 degree difference, take it 2 seconds later and still a huge difference, so every time we have had to use it (which thankfully we have been lucky that the girls haven't been sick often so we haven't really had to use it much) but we say we are going to throw it out. I was worried about the fever too of course, but not freaked like him. Anyway, it was a little high but not freak out high. She had the fever about 24-36 hours and it was so pathetic to hear her say "I wanna go nite-nite" in that sick little voice. When the fever broke her nose started running like a faucet, seriously, I think all I did Saturday was wipe her nose. So much for any fun on the weekend. So then, as often happens with twins, Savannah started. Monday night she had a fever and even threw up, although I think she only threw up because I gave her medicine on an empty stomach, whoops! Normally they go to mom's day out on Tuesday's and Thursday's but not this week and of course I had plans both days. I was supposed to get together Tuesday with a friend to work on club business for my Mother's of Multiples group and Thursday I had a hair appointment, doctor's appointment and that night was my club mom's night out which I missed to because my husband got sent out of town for work Wednesday morning leaving me alone with two sick kids for who knows how long, great! Friday Sydney started feeling better and Savannah's fever finally broke right when I was truly starting to worry. She had practically slept for 3 days and whenever I asked if she wanted anything she just said "no thank you" in that sad little sick voice. Well now Savannah is in the "nose running like a faucet" phase. Of course it wasn't great timing that Friday we also ran out of milk, Kleenex, and diapers (well, 4 left), so today I had to go out to get essentials with Savannah still not feeling well. To top off my day, I had schedule the cable guy to come and finally install high speed internet because I thought my hubby would be home by then and so I had to wait on him before I could even go to the store. Then to really make me feel like shit I forgot to call one of my best friends and tell her I wasn't going to make it to her baby shower, so she called about 20 minutes after the shower was supposed to start saying they were waiting on me! Calgon take me away! Tonight I put the girls to bed at 8:00 pm (their normal time) but Sydney didn't want to go to bed. Well normally I would have let her stay up a little longer, but I was beat and just needed some down time (or is this venting time?) so I put her down anyway and she screamed "I don't wanna go nite-nite" for about 10 minutes. Now 10 minutes may not sound like much to some people but my girls are usually pretty good about going to bed (knock on wood) so it was strange. All I can say is thank god my mother is coming on Tuesday, I plan on really abusing her this visit!