Home

So on Friday we signed all the papers and now own a home. Or, I guess, we sort of own it, or maybe the bank owns it until we pay them back the fifty bazillion dollars they loaned us, but whatever! We have a house! Seconds after signing the last piece of paper I checked my email and noticed one from our kids daycare letting us know that our kid had a 101.7 temp. and had thrown up. So yeah, the plans we had for going to the new house, popping the bubbly and wandering around sans kid were quickly shelved and we were off to daycare to pick up our sick kid. Who is apparently The Sick Kid in his class. At least according to the daycare people. Thing is, I can see how that's their perception, I'll keep that kid home and work remote if he's under the weather, where other parents use the No Temperature = Go To School metric. I have the luxury of being able to keep him home because he's teething and didn't sleep well. So I can see how they might think he's sickly. Plus he had the hand, foot and mouth disease thing last month. But really, I wouldn't call him sickly. But nonetheless, that label bugs the shit out of my husband. And yet, on the flip side, rumor has it that the more often he's sick as a kid, the less often he'll be sick later in life, and I have no idea if that's actually true, but maybe it is and this kid will be that guy in high school who is never, ever, sick, even when everyone else is down with the Ebola or whatever. And speaking of sick. Guess who is home right now? That's right. Even though over the weekend the kid rallied and we sent him to school yesterday, when I picked him up last night I knew something was off. His face was flush and he'd been crying and he was generally miserable. I tried to feed him dinner and give him some milk but he was having none of that. So off to bed for him. Except he would wake up every 45-60 min crying and it was clear he was in pain (teething is a BITCH) so we did the Orajel and infant Triaminic but that resulted in zero relief and some vomiting. FUN TIMES. This morning he woke in a fairly good mood, but he was clingy and would often just want to lay his head on our shoulder so at the last second I decided to keep him home. And I'm glad I did. Because later, more vomiting. Sweet Jesus! The couch we'd just cleaned from Friday's vomit, was now covered in vomit, AGAIN. I suspect he's reacting to this infant Triaminic that I'd switched to (because it was on sale) because he hasn't vomited once in the last few days unless we've given him that shit. So guess what? IN THE TRASH. Back to the PediCarethat he will take with zero fighting and doesn't make him barf. I actually have no clue if that's what is making him throw up, but the three times he's taken it, all three times, he's barfed. The PediCare? Not once. The worst part about last night was the thrashing and inconsolable crying. Nothing I did would sooth him so at one point I'm just holding a screaming in pain baby trying not to cry myself because we'd tried everything else. It is the worst, not being able to comfort your child. The absolute worst.  
Wait. Wasn't this supposed to be about our house? I think it was. Oh well. Next time.