Wounded little doves.

I’ve been MIA this whole week.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I’ve got the worst cold in my history of colds. I’m surprised the girls or Scott has not gotten sick by now.

I’m dying. I’ve had it all this week: runny nose, stuffy nose, watery eyes, sore throat, throwing up, diarrhea, pressure in my face, headaches, coughing, drooling all over my pillow due to being forced to sleep with my mouth open. No fever though…

On top of that, I had to make this house somewhat presentable for realtors we are interviewing this weekend. I’ve gotten no real help from Scott. He has his own set of problems – he may have a burst eardrum.

I’m going to have to take him to the hospital, probably today. He has seen a nurse practitioner and his regular doctor. He has unbearable pain. He can’t sleep. The antibiotics are not working. He doesn’t think he can stand the pain until he sees an ENT doctor on Monday.

As for the girls – they have been having a field day. I don’t have the energy to keep up with them. They have been eating whatever they want, climbing all over the house, running around naked. They are taking full advantage of their parents being knocked down.

And with that, I’m off to get Scott out of bed. My shift is over and I’m going back to sleep.

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