The sick and otherwise afflicted

In a quiet attempt to sneak fruit snacks from the highest shelf in the pantry, his plot was foiled due to sweaty palms. You see, when shelf climbing, it is absolutely imperative that your hands have just the right amount of moisture content- not too sweaty, not too dry, but somewhere right in the middle... or so they say, keep in mind I'm just a novice when it comes to the field of shelf climbing.

So Kaleb's hands, while reaching for that extra large box of Walmart Smiley gummies, began to slide off the top shelf losing any grip they had. He falls to the floor taking the box of gummies with him. The way he explains it is that it all happened in slow motion. I imagine something similar from a scene out of the movie Matrix, but instead of dodging bullets he was dodging bags of Smilies cascading down the shelf. Kaleb came out of the pantry hobbling exclaiming that he had just broke his foot... but that is just a side note to this story.

This past week has been a long one. I have been to the doctor's office six times since last monday. They now know me by just the sound of my voice when I call and I'm only 4 punches away from getting my FREE appointment on my frequent patient punch card, which I'm pretty excited about because they throw in a FREE drink as well.

It started with Abrie being sick and then moved on to Eden (two weeks before that it was Kaleb with strep). I took Eden in on Saturday for a fever and acting miserable and... nothing. She was "fine". I took her in again on Monday for the fever, acting miserable, and now vomiting and... nothing. She still looked "fine". I took her in again today for her fever and acting almost lethargic. After some testing (and two long hours in a tiny room with 3 kids) it turns out she has a urinary tract infection.

The poor thing is just miserable and she looks absolutely terrible as well. Her little face is as pale as a ghost and she is refuses to eat. Along with the eating, she's decided to stop drinking so she's also a little bit dehydrated. The doctor is planning on doing a follow-up visit to look into vesicoureteral reflux, but for now she's on an antibiotic so things should be on the up and up. Which is good, real good. Because I need my sleep. I'm starting to get these large bags under my eyes...

Check out the size of these bags. And I'm not talking about the knock off kind. These are %100 percent genuine, touch-them-they're-real, hard-to-come-by bags. Problem is they don't really compliment my skin tone. When they were talking about accessorizing with bags this year, I'm pretty sure these weren't the kind of bags they were talking about.

And as for Kaleb, I asked the doctor to take a quick look at his foot while we were there. Kaleb insisted it was broken, I was a little bit more skeptical... turns out Kaleb was right and win the should-have-listened-to-my-kid award.

Here's hoping that next week is a less exciting, doctor free week.

Although, a free drink is sounding kind of good right about now.

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