Whew! What a Week...

We survived! For that I am relieved. And boy am I exhausted. Is this my new normal *look of horror*??

It was actually only a partial work week for me since one of my jobs had a holiday on Monday and then I didn't have to go in on Thursday. So really I only worked Tuesday and Wednesday. And thank God for that!

Roscoe actually did very well. He hung out in the sling basically the whole time I was working (minus eating, changing and a bit of play time). He did well AT work which is great, but all of the newness (and probably some mama stress that he sensed) really threw him. After Tuesday's workday he barely slept (was, in fact, up at 10pm, 12am, 2am, 3am, 5am, 6am and then 7am). Yikes. Wednesday he hung in there until about 3:30 and then I saw him start to slide downhill. The day ended with a desperate call to Ray around 6 begging him to pick us up even though my work wasn't done yet. Thursday was a complete nightmare and he screamed almost all day. He wouldn't sleep, wouldn't even eat. I was so distraught I first called the pediatrician ("he must just be grumpy today" yeah... loads of help. Even when I am grumpy I EAT) and then I called my mom in tears. (I did think for a second that it was funny that even though I am a grown woman with a family of my own I still called my mommy in tears. Haha.) I felt so bad for the little monkey boy. I know how he feels, though, I hate going to work most of the time and would probably spend an entire day screaming in protest if it was more socially acceptable. But honestly I was so proud of him and how well he did while we were there. He got to hang out with the Aunties (and Randy) at my Wednesday job and it was sweet to be able to look down while I was working and see him snoozing away in his sling. Even if he made me work standing up, trying to bounce and with one hand so the he could have a pinkie. :)

Our poor little family is one sick, hot mess lately too. I have been fighting off the beginnings of a cold desperately since I sensed it looming last weekend. So far, so good but it is still there lurking when I wake up in the morning hurting my throat and making me feel all cloudy. I am so scared I am going to get sick and give it to Roscoe because how can I not when I am with him all day everyday? And then my neurotic thoughts think he will get RSV and need to be hospitalized in intensive care... I think he might be stuffy already (or it might be the spit up that gets lodged in the back of his throat, yuk), but we are both hanging on to our health pretty well. Mela tweaked her back leg again and has been limping so bad. She can barely walk to pee and watching her have to go up and down our front stairs is heartbreaking. Poor little boo. I am taking her in to the vet next week to get it checked out. And then the hot little messiest of us all this week - Ikaika. His is a new illness for us so it has completely thrown me (usually they repeat between the two of them a handful of maladies). He is so lethargic, keeps his tail between his legs and literally shakes like a leaf sometimes. You can tell the pobrecito just feels like crap. And he has barely eaten in a week. We have to make him lean hamburger meat and rice (bland and easy to digest) and that is the only thing he will eat. He is also coughing, I kid you not. It has been going on for over a week and I started to get really scared (damn Google) so I took him to the vet on Friday. Dr D thinks he has a cold or the flu (who KNEW??) and gave us antiobiotics. But the reason for him feeling so terrible and not eating seems unrelated, so they did bloodwork, a urine test and a stool sample to check his internal organs and check for intestinal parasites, etc. We are waiting to get the results from all of the tests today. I also asked about a little growth Ikaika has on his scrotum and the doctor seemed concerned because it looked like a mast cell tumor, many of which are cancerous (so, so, so scary, but I am going to believe the best and leave it at that). They did a biopsy. We also need to neuter him. So, before even getting the results of the tests there goes a couple thousand dollars. Like having a baby and paying our property taxes and my business taxes and all while I haven't had any income for 3 months wasn't enough to make us sweat a little. *deep breath* Let's just hope all the worry is over a false alarm. Ray said this morning wouldn't it be funny if Ikaika was faking this illness to get "people food"? Because trust us, if he was smart enough he would TOTALLY do that. Maybe he is in the corner with his fake "cough" giggling away in his doggy head at how well his evil plan is working.

Yesterday afternoon I was thinking thank God this week is almost over so we can start a fresh one. This one has pretty well kicked my butt. And then... my button pops off my pants. And there was only one buttoned (still using my belly band thing to cover the others). Which reminded me of last time I saw Basi when he insisted I was having another baby. I said, no Basi, not yet and he said, yes you are - look at your stomach. Ah, from the mouths of babes. :)