Last week when B broke his heel, I asked what else could go wrong. As I predicted, I shouldn't have asked that. Things have gotten worse.
We went to the lake on Sunday in honor of B's birthday, and that turned out to be a bad call. It was too much for him, even though he spent most of the time sitting with his foot up. His neck problems flared up as a result of his being up and around on his crutches so much. Plus his PT appointment yesterday for his neck aggravated things. He finished yesterday in a lot of pain.
I kept Lily home from preschool yesterday because she is sick. She keeps running a low-grade fever and has a nasty cough. Campbell now mimics her cough, which is entertaining the first few times he does it. Lily is home again today because her fever went up to 101 at bedtime last night, and her cough won't go away. I think I'll be calling the doctor.
And to add insult to injury, I seem to be sick. My throat is so swollen and sore that I can barely swallow. I can't afford to be sick right now. I'm behind on work from last week, and B can't help with the kids much because of his foot. It's just really not fair at all. I want to crawl back into bed for a few hours, but I can't. I have an article on the importance of genetic counseling to write, a conference call at 10:00, presentations for Holt to finalize, four baskets of laundry to fold, a kitchen to mop, and children to chase after.