Snot City

All 4 of the kids are sick. Great for the immune system, great for me that it happened all at once, but not so great while you're in the heat of it. Gwen got it first, starting with the sneezing and then the stuffy head. At one point she even said, "Mommy, me can't talk. My nose too squishy." Poor kid. Then Holden and Nora were up on and off all the next night; Tony slept with Holden on the couch and I slept with Nora in the bed. It's impossible to have them both in the same bed... I don't even want to get into that story right now. The next morning they were both stuffy and horrid looking. Of course, that night I expected to be the worst night since they were 1 month old, but only Tess woke up, obviously feeling the general discomforts of coming down with a cold. There wasn't a ton of sneezing happening, but WOO-EEE!, when it did happen, it was a sinus emptier. That was last weekend. Wednesday morning, during the wee hours (about 4 am), Gwen woke up and cried a little but then went back to sleep. Tony heard her, but because she quieted right down he figured it was a dream and went back to sleep. It wasn't a dream, unless she was dreaming about throwing up... when Tony went up that morning to get her up he found her covered in her own vomit. It was all over her jammies, all over her purple blankie, all over her comforter and sheets. Now THAT is a great kid - one who pukes in the middle of the night and goes back to sleep with only a whimper. That day and the next, she also had several bouts of diarrhea, but I'm not that surprised seeing as how she didn't have as much mucous coming OUT of her nose as the kids; my theory is that she was swallowing it all, which just upset her tummy. Now, all the girls are still dealing with it but in the final stages... a little bit of a runny nose, getting their energy back, no more fevers, etc. Holden on the other hand, remains the bane of my existence to the n-th degree. The kid must have ENT anatomy like I do, because he just keeps making mucous. And trying to get it off his face with a tissue is like trying to wrestle a banana away from a monkey. He's all flailing limbs and pushing and kicking and screaming and writhing. Not to mention that because he can't breathe through his nose he walks around with his mouth permanently agape, drooling and snotting all over everything. Even his jammies have been so wet that they start to smell musty, like bath towels in August. Gross. I think he still has a low-grade fever, and I feel bad for him, I really do, but I can only take so much whining. I'm not a whiner and I can't stand whiners. Okay well maybe I'm a little bit whiny, on occasion, but I still can't stand listening to other people do it. Add to that the climbing, tissue eating, remote stealing, cling on monkey mamma's boy that he already is, and I am just at my wit's end. I don't know how people do it. Deal with raising boys, I mean. I know some triplet moms who have all boys, and I know some non-triplet moms who have all boys. I could not, on my most sunshiny day, fathom being able to deal with all boys without losing my mind. I'm sure he'll be fun when he gets older, and he's cute, and I love him, but I just LOVE my girls. They're well behaved, they listen, they DON'T CLIMB... ugh.

Here he is, in all his snot bubble glory:

Much Love,