This past week has sucked.
Monday, Julia puked all night, every half hour, from 12:45-5:30AM. Call the doctor and they tell us it's the GI virus. Lovely. Julia has been to the doctor EVERY MONTH since we moved to Pekin. I seriously think she is allergic to this town.
Wednesday, I start puking. I am puking, every half hour, from 2:30-6:30PM. My parents and Evan's parents have to take care of the kids because I'm honestly so violently ill that I'm weak and light-headed. I couldn't even take care of Julia in the middle of the night because of a fever.
Friday, which is today, Ebeth says she doesn't feel good. The school nurse calls at 1:15 to say Ebeth has a fever of 103, a stomach ache, head ache, her throat hurts and she has a cough. Awesome. Take her to the doctor, assuming it's strep. Nope. Double walking pneumonia. Yep. Pneumonia.
WHAT THE HECK?! I mean, seriously, we move in a little over a week. Could I catch a freaking break here?
I am so frustrated and overwhelmed and still slightly bleh from being sick myself that I just want to crawl in a whole and die.
So, if you think you might have the sniffles...DO NOT TOUCH OR BREATHE ON MY KIDS!!!!!!! Thank you.