G-man has apparently had croup this week. I say apparently because I’m making my diagnosis via Dr. Google, since I didn’t take him to the doctor’s office to get a definitive diagnosis. Saturday evening morning he came into our room with a terrifying cough that sounded like a seal barking. Trying to Google “cough sounds like seal barking” at 4:30 was challenging because I could barely get my eyes to focus. Everything I read indicated that it sounds much more serious than it is, and our home treatments were the best bet, assuming he didn’t get worse.
I’m convinced that he picked up the virus that led to the croup at the doctor’s office when he went for his well-child visit. The irony!
My goals for the week quickly shrank to simply become “make it through while getting as much sleep as possible for everyone.”
The week also involved a lot of laundry. And when I say a lot, I mean A LOT OF LAUNDRY. There was no stomach bug or anything, but there was a leaky diaper on the guest bed (on the top, of course, so it included all the bedding, not just the bottom sheet.), a boy who figured out how to turn on the faucet in the laundry sink (the non-working laundry sink, which led to a small flood in the laundry room.), and copious amounts of snot.
Weeks like this are when I really really really really wish we lived near grandma. Either one, I don’t care which, just a responsible adult who is closely related so I don’t feel bad asking for help when bodily fluids are involved to that extent.
We watched a lot of TV this week, and I don’t even feel bad about it.
Now I’m just hoping for a healthier week next week!
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