I had a list of several things I considered blogging about today. I thought maybe I’d whine about how my youngest didn’t go to sleep until late and by then I wasn’t really tired any more, so I missed the window of opportunity for the “easy to go to sleep” fairy. Once again, I had trouble sleeping and didn’t get nearly enough sleep. Or maybe I could complain about the constant pain I’m in lately and how my entire body continually aches while the really awful pain tends to move from one spot to the other. Or how my sweet oldest child has chosen for his entire family to go on a field trip next week because he couldn’t pick just one parent to attend, since the other would have to stay home with his little brother. Or maybe I’d make PCOS the topic of the day and share a little information with others about what this disease is and what it does to you. Or maybe how I was excited about the fact that we’re going to go see Bill Clinton tomorrow because he’s coming to Sanford.

And then I woke up to the sound of crying at 6:30AM. It was my oldest and when I asked him what was wrong he said he was sleepy. Because I am brilliant I suggested he go back to sleep. He did, and wasn’t up when my husband left for work which is unusual. A couple of hours later, I again heard the crying but this time it was accompanied by the sounds of gaging and retching. I won’t type all of the bad words that ran through my head at that moment. There is nothing I hate more than vomiting. I do not like to do it myself and will fight it with everything in my body. I’ve been lucky that my kids are not normally pukers, but that also means I’m not at all desensitized to it. (Which makes me wonder if I could really be a nurse…I changed majors from nursing to marketing because I couldn’t handle the ickiness. Now that I’m a mom, I can deal with pretty much anything you throw at me. Well, don’t *throw* it, but you know what I mean! Except vomit. I *hate* vomit.)

Ugh. I dragged myself out of bed to check on him. He was in the bathroom, so that was good. He was laying on the floor right in front of the door, though. Not so good. Very unusual for this kid to do something like that. He didn’t actually throw up so I was thankful for that but one look told me he was really sick. I asked him what was wrong and he said his legs hurt and he was tired. Again, the brilliance in me came out when I suggested he go lay back down in bed. He couldn’t get up…complained of dizziness and when I touched him I could tell he had a fever. Again, many bad words bouncing around in my brain. I helped him up and back to his bed. Got a rundown of symptoms and went to find the various drugs I wanted to give him.

But his symptoms are weird. Legs hurting? That doesn’t really sound like a typical virus to me. So I call the pediatrician and wait for the nurse to call me back. Yeah, they need to see him. Cue the call to the husband to see if he can work from home this afternoon so I don’t have to drag my youngest to the ped and expose him to other germy kids…one is enough! Luckily the answer is yes so I am spared that little version of hell.

Not how I wanted my day to go!