Helpless

Sick kids drive me crazy. I mean, I love my kids and am not adverse to the extra cuddle time that comes with a sick kid but the lack of control on my part is not my cup of tea. Overall, I feel pretty lucky. We do not have any chronic medical conditions that can't be handled with a little extra attention and medicine (looking at Mo's allergies/asthma and Sid's ears here) but today Sidney got diagnosed with Hand, Foot and Mouth. I guess it's a danger of going to daycare, especially since the notes have been rampant the last couple weeks with a variety of ailments. This is one that has not hit our house before and I am thankful. She is pretty miserable and there is nothing you can do. Push advil and a strange mixture of Benadryl and Mylanta. Yum. Days and nights spent wrangling her, trying to keep her comfortable until the virus goes away. Oh and it's common under 5 so what are the chances one of the other two get it?
Ick.

Another year...

It's ironic that the last post is about the family bed. And every other post is about how I need to do this more, so as Mo enters Kindergarten, I am reaffirmed. This time its for real. How else am I going to remember how Sidney says "It's not scary" everytime something scares her? Or the fact that all three of them already have stinky feet after wearing sandals all day (winter is going to be painful, we may need to buy stock in foot powder), although I don't think that will change. Anyway, back to the family bed. Sid has always been overall a good sleeper but Mo and E are playing musical beds lately. And I just can't make myself get up to put them back. But truthfully, I mostly enjoy the cuddle time. They are growing so quickly and getting so independent, it scares me when I really think about it. I mean Kindergarden. Whew. Everyone is going to our neighborhood VBS this week which other than Moms and Tots, which doesn't really count, is the first time they have all three gone to participate in something alone. And while I am happy to have the time alone to go running or empty the dishwasher (the two tasks I completed tonight), there is a part of me that misses having a baby around. Sid is almost 2. At this point before, I have either been pregnant or had a baby. It's wierd to not have that milestone coming up.
I do love that they are getting older. A part of me feels like I am finally getting my life back and we can do more and are finally getting to catch a breath personally (aside from the whirlpool that is my professional life) but we won't be having toddlers in this house much longer.