Tuesday, March 07, 2006

...and the Little Girls Sing...

...and the little girls sing "doot doo-doot, doot doo-doo-doo-doo..."
Our household has hit survival mode... boy is this familiar. What with the hacking and puking, the snot and the trots whoooooWEEE! we are a veritable viral parade. I won't give ya all the specifics, we shall just leave it at the eternal question WHY?

Why does it all kick into high gear during the oh-so-precious night time hours?... my "can finally get it done, have some time to myself, I need to sleep too guys!" time, and it's not just the kids. Yesterday I suffered through the death-dealing gas and the most horrifying incessant burps (my own thank you) and yet, these are things I can do in my sleep. No, the exercise portion of that particular malady began at 1:32am. I know this because that is when my eyelids flew up and the "whoop whoop whoop" of my internal alarm system indicated to me that there was a fire down below. Between nursing twice, LaLa waking at 5:45 and my own sprints to the loo, that hour and a half from midnight to the moment I was hearing a strange man hollering in a Scottish accent something about how "she can't take any more Cap'm, she's gonna blow!" was the longest stretch of sleep I got. No matter how you patch it together, twenty minutes here and fifteen minutes of unconsciousness there will never a good nights rest equal. Dadguy did his level best though... bless his soul.

See? I only gave you some specifics.

The rest of the week is kinda hectic, kinda sad... it's a heck of a note that here we are with Dadguy's Grandma F, and I am just now starting to understand how very gone from mortality my own Granny is. Y'know, because I'm happy for her, I really am... it's just this hole that is left. Things can never be the same again.

(turn and face the strain)
Oh, look out you rock ’n rollers
(turn and face the strain)
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time"

-David Bowie


Shelli said...

Isn't that the truth? You want to be happy for the one who has gone on to Heaven and experiences no more pain, but you are so selfishly sad. And there is nothing that will ever fill that hole that is left in their absence.

Mama D said...

Your girls look adorable. I love that the older two are totally unphased by babies crying. It's sweet. Sorry to hear about the sickness. I am the sickest one around here. Peter has been picking up a lot of the slack but he's also fighting a bit of a cold. Baby A is still battling the teeth pain... Hope things improve around your household soon!

Lei said...

Oh, sorry! Your recap is so cute, though. And look at those adorable girls (event he screaming one)!

momyblogR said...

How sweet are they? I swear, I can hear them singing,lol. I know about the pukes and I have NO idea it has to happen at NIGHT!

Your right about things changing and never being the same, but still we gone on. :(

Nancy said...

I should have a witty and sympathetic comment, but that picture of the three girls keeps blindsiding me. They are just too adorable.

Bobita said...

We have just finished the plague at my house! My sympathies!

I was so pleased to hear that one of my son's preschool buddies was struck with Chickenpox lastnight! If I have to deal with that plague...I might be in a straight-jacket and a padded room before month's end!!

Good luck with the rumblies!!

The Daring One said...

What a great picture!