Okay, here is the BIG problem with multiple kids. I feel it trumps all other tiny little things. ILLNESS. First,a kid comes down with virus A. Then a sibling gets virus A from the first one. Meanwhile, Mom has something different that one of the kids had already brought home and the third kid has stomach virus B. Etc, etc, etc.
I have spent most of the last week with some sort of killer cold. Thankfully, everything is pretty much gone except the coughing that is still really bad. Most of the week, Sam was also down for the count with a fever. His finally broke on Friday.
Joe and Jay stayed home today for some quiet time while the younger two and I headed to my mom's house. We were there for about an hour, when Tom suddenly sat down in a recliner, covered up and was quiet. My parents and I were still talking. Tom then asked us to be quiet so he could sleep. What? It's the middle of the day and my kids never take naps! I moved Tom to my parents' room and he slept for over 2 hours. By the time he got up, he was running a pretty good fever. Same sort of thing Sam had...fever and lack of appetite. I happened to call Jay around 7 to let him know we were going to be leaving later than planned. When I told him that Tom was down, he informed me that Joe was also down too. Joe had suddenly decided around 5 that he wasn't feeling well. This lead to a fever and early bedtime (by choice!). I think I will have to keep them both home tomorrow since they had fevers today. School wants them fever free for 24 hours.
Changing the subject to my tire changing luck. I know how to change tires on a car. Fairly easy, really. Until Jay took over car maintenance, I used to rotate my tires on my cars whenever it was needed. Despite the fact that I know how to change tires, I have NEVER had to change a flat tire. Now, I have had cars that have had flat tires, but every single time, I just happened to be with a guy or Dad who felt the need to change it instead of me. Women's lib aside, I am not going to argue over the need to get dirty while changing a flat. If someone wants to do it for me, I have no problem letting them.
As we were loading the kids into my truck this evening, my dad just happened to notice that I had a screw in my front tire. The tire wasn't flat yet, but at some point, I would have had to change it. I did have to put air in the tire last week, but hadn't noticed any problems yet. Of course, he's my Dad so he changed it for me before I left his house. (Thanks Dad!)
We made it home before the storm started with no problems and we all had a fairly relaxed day. Joe and Jay had hung out and did some father/son things. Sam dug and dug in the very large pile of sand my parents have in the driveway. Tom slept and watched tv. He didn't play with anything today (shows just how sick he is that he wouldn't even play in the sand!). I spent my time between the second recliner by the tv with Tom or on one of the front porch benches, watching Sam build and then smash little sand castles. Pretty good day over all.
Okay, I just have to add something here that has nothing to do with either of the topics listed in the title.
My parents live in a brand new community. The first builder actually backed out of the community because of the economy. The community is now on its third builder. The model home for the newest style of houses is open; my mom took me on a walk through it today. While, the layout nor the location on the Eastern Shore would suit us, I did feel envious of the nice new house. I've never really lived in a nice new house. My dad built our house when we were growing up, but it was lived in before it was finished and never really had that new, shiny feel. We were also the first owners on a house in Evansville. However, the house had been vacant for almost 3 years before we bought it. The builder had run out of money before finishing the house so the bank finished it. It wasn't great and had problems like broken and loose tiles.
Of course, a large part of me doesn't like the idea of a subdivision like my mom's (no offense Mom!). It was built in a corn field. I also don't like when large areas of trees are torn up and hills flatened to make row after row of house. However, just a small part of me gets a little wishful at a nice, new, shiny, decorated house.
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