Peter's been sick yesterday and today, a sad state of affairs if ever there were. I'm suspecting food poisoning (perhaps a smoothie that was a day too old?*), since no one else showed any symptoms of being sick and he didn't spike a fever.**
Kevin stayed at home to tend to Peter, and, frankly, me. I'd gotten about two hours of sleep the night before thanks to SUPERCRAZYAWAKEBABY, the baby who wakes at 2 a.m. and just doesn't go back to sleep for hours. Hours!
But poor Lucy: she gets lost in the middle a bit, I'm afraid, with the baby who needs so much and the older brother who needs so much. She's just a little more self-assured, a little more easy-to-please, and a little less needy than her brothers, and it sometimes happens that she's overlooked.
To give her some much-needed breathing space, I took her out for a girls date. It was simple stuff, but stuff we don't usually do, and stuff made a billion times easier by having only one little one. I know having children of any number is tough, but it's sometimes hard for me to work up much sympathy for the mama who groans about how difficult it is with her one kiddo.***
I think she had fun. It must be pretty liberating to have complete freedom over our itinerary, and so when she wanted to spend her time at the pet store playing with the pet toys, why not? And when she spent her time at the dollar store looking at the sparkly makeup cases, why not?
We returned home with a very carefully selected get-well present for Peter and a few more hours of our day spent up.
(And then I took a nap. Because Kevin's the most awesome husband ever, even when I get cranky at him and storm out of the house. Not that I did that yesterday, or anything.)
*Smoothies have become dumping grounds for all manners of suspicious half-eaten food. I just can't handle the food waste any longer. I've found that some combination of peanut butter, banana, and raspberry are enough to cover up weird taste combinations, like this morning's kind-of-old-salad-mix, yesterday's-scrambled-eggs, and very-ripe-peach. I've also started freezing them and bringing them along with us to various outings, which is great but also, apparently, dangerous.
**I'm relieved he didn't spike a fever, so I can rule out Lyme Disease. I remain very concerned about Lyme Disease, especially since a recent round of antibiotics were extremely problematic.
***I know, I know. It's terrible to think let alone write this. But it's true, and something Kevin and I talk about often. If we had only one child, my word, how easy it would be. Even two is a cakewalk compared to three.
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