Really?? Again??

At this point I must assume no one is reading this and I am simply blogging as an outlet for myself, but for some reason it seems to give me somewhere to put all these random thoughts. It is serving a purpose...


My children were home schooled. I was not keen on the idea of handing some random person the privilege of educating my Munchkins. So, I home schooled. Hailey did not do well. By the end of 1st grade it was apparent I was not going to be able to teach her and there was a possibility something wasn't "quite right" so I placed both her and her brother into public school. That took a lot of heavy thinking on my part as well as talking to my Tia (Aunt) who has been a teacher 30+ years nearly every night for months. Well... I did it and for the most part am extremely happy I did so. Hailey has some markers of dyslexia and has been receiving the help she needs. She is doing quite well, in fact she is currently an A-B student YAY!! That has taken so much work on all of our parts, as well as having people around me who can help on a regular basis if not simply with moral support, but with their own personal experiences, and others who are qualified to offer real advice on how to help us succeed. (I don't look at it like "she" has to learn to deal with her learning disability, but the whole family has to learn and deal with the learning disability) The kids have made some great friends and are enjoying the benefits of being in public school.

With that said, let me begin my rant and rave - we are not a sick family by nature. If you have recently met us you would think I'm telling you a massive lie. Since the beginning of public school I feel that we have not gone more than one week without someone in our family being sick! This is not how our family works, not at all. We might have one doctor visit a year due to illness (cold, flu, that sort of thing) but now I feel like I am CONSTANTLY running to the pediatrician and the kids are ALWAYS on one medication or another.

For example, Henry. He has had a yucky cough for a week or two, but no other symptoms. And the last few days he has actually been fine. I was starting to think the family was recovering from our latest round of cooties... until tonight. It was about 11pm and I heard him coughing in his room. I called out to him to see if he was awake and he walked out into the living room (okay, obviously he was awake), calmly walked over to the trash can in the kitchen and proceeded to throw up. Really?? Cleaned his little face up, then he started throwing up again. Again, really?? Cleaned him up again, gave him some phenergan (strong nausea med), and sat down on the couch with him. At some point my cheek lightly brushed against his left ear and he started to sob informing me how badly that hurt his ear. Huhh?? Yep, red ear. Numbing drops (left over from his sister's er visit for a bad ear infection) & Motrin. Now he is dead asleep on the recliner and I need to run to Walmart for last minute Easter basket items but I'm afraid to leave him in case he starts to throw up in his sleep.

So now I ask the cootie gods, when will this end? I'm rather done with all the illnesses & meds. When are we all going to be healthy and thus happy?? I guess I'm extra tired and that isn't helping anything...

So I am watching my little Henry sleeping and praying he will feel better tomorrow morning to enjoy what the Easter Bunny will bring him.  Poor thing....