survivor

i'm not much of a fan of the survivor tv show.
mostly because they seem to go to places with large, super creepy bugs.
but also because i feel like surviving day to day life is considerably harder than their quest for an immunity idol.

wednesday was one of those days.
let me begin by saying that daddyo is out of town, so we are playing shorthanded.
sam sam was barking, and not in an i am pretending to be a dog kind of way. more in the barking like a seal/i have croup kind of way. he's had it before and i knew that no amount of steam, or exposure to cold air would help.  he suffered his way through the night, his little coughs interrupting his sleep.

in the morning, he came in for a snuggle and asked to stay home from school.
he didn't have a fever, or dripping nose, but i knew he was tired.
i had a huge staff meeting first thing in the morning, and an interview panel later in the day. two things that i could miss, but it would leave others hanging.
i tried a nanny, but no one was free.  i speed dialed auntie b, but by that time he was more fully awake and happily noshing a waffle, so i opted to send him to school.
yes, i am that mother. the one who knowingly sends her sick child to school because she has crap to do.
feel free to mock.
in fact, i'm making tshirts so you can easily point me out to your friends. 

i dealt with the first part of my day, then chatted with the doctors office on my way to knock out the second half.  i can not possibly describe how much i love my pediatrician and her nursing staff.  i love them so much that i'll happily drive across town, to the outer burbs to see them.
our kick ass advice nurse finagled a 5 pm appt.  not ideal timing, given we all needed a quiet night at home, but we stopped by the store and created a car picnic. this was one of those times where it's all in the sales pitch. "you are so lucky that you get a bagel and cheddar bunnies for dinner.  i wish i was having that".  the foods groups were not properly represented at dinner, but it was better than tropical bugs and rice.

the weest of the wee cedri was diagnosed with croup and an ear infection. our MD recommended sam switch to filtered cigarettes, and cut back on the jack daniels, to help with the cough.
can you see why i love her so?

we joined the throngs of cars battling cross town traffic as we headed to the pharmacy to fetch his meds.  once there, i let the kids pick out candy.  primarily because after a day where i never had chance to eat breakfast, and lunch was eaten in the car on the way to a meeting, i needed some love.
the kind of love you can only get from a box of milk duds.

finally at home, sam did his two shots of medicine and i tucked my tuckered out babies in bed.
then i grabbed my laptop and wrapped up all the stuff i was supposed to finish earlier in the day.
as i worked, i was serenaded by the clanging of windows from the hurricane winds happening outside. one window has the storm knocked off track and it was rattling to high heaven.  i meant to have daddyo fix it before he left.  not because i can't do it, but because, well, pinterest was calling my name.
this window was loud enough to knock some sense into lindsay lohan, and  i knew it would keep me awake.  i tried to get the window back on track, but it wasn't working.  i found an empty toilet paper roll tube (otherwise known as a microphone) and shoved it in between the window panes.  not pretty, but quiet.
yet another example of the educational power of tv. clearly, all that macgyver watching was not in vain.

as i crawled in to bed i decided that i'm voting myself the winner.
feel free to leave my winnings on the front stoop.


*perspective check.  i know this blathering is a festival of first world problems and many people have it considerably worse than i do.  as we head in to this season of gratitude, i would like to pause and give thanks for my first world problems, i would even toast them, but i'm out of port.
woe is me.