So, here I went and said we were on the upswing!

HA!

Little did I know that mere hours after writing that post, I would be the next to succumb to the nasties of a stomach virus. Sparing you the gross ugly details, for me, it lasted roughly 20 hours. After that, was the repercussions of having been through it.

Ray was having the joys of massive sinus drainage that was causing him to near vomit if he did stay on top of getting it out rather than down his throat. Oh boy.

Phoebe was perhaps the only one to feel great yesterday. I felt terrible that no one was well enough to take her to her dance classes yesterday morning, but, well, that’s the way the cookie crumbled this weekend.

Today was a different story, however. Phoebe awoke with a fever. Running right around 103.4…

Great… I ended up giving her too much Motrin (which is the actual dose she should get… just makes her hyper lately) so she didn’t rest as much as she should have. Although, the fever was done (not gone), and she was fairly rambunctious, she was not her sparkly self…

Both Ray and I did end up leaving the house today, which was a good thing. He took Alex to her band rehearsal. I went and picked her up then we got some food from Subway (note to self: Chinese place AND Quiznos here are both CLOSED on Sundays).

Shortly before bedtime, you guessed it, Phoebe’s fever shot back up to 103.6, only about thirteen hours after that ONE dose of Motrin this morning. She fell asleep quickly and early.

I hope this doesn’t last too long. Good thing the girls don’t have school tomorrow (professional development day…whatever).

Last night, while Phoebe had her little Daisy meeting, I drove out to my mom and dad’s last night to deliver a whole bunch of Girl Scout Cookies for them and the ladies at the beauty shop my mom works at. My original plan was to go in the morning, but having not only a sick teenager at home, but one that is vomiting kind of made it necessary to change plans. Night-time was the only time I was going to be able to do that…so… I did. And and a nice visit with my folks while I was there.

While I was gone, Ray picked Phoebe up from her meeting and tended to Alex (who had a relapse while I was gone).

Way back on Wednesday, since Alex seemed to still have her sinus infection, I had made her a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon. Fortunately, for me — well, for my vehicle– she has stopped with the vomiting (especially since I neglected to bring along a container AND my tissue box was apparently empty). Phoebe was also pretty happy to be leaving school really early since I couldn’t guarantee that we would return home before the bus got there. (Turns out, we were home well before, but it didn’t include a trip to the pharmacy either–this time!)

The verdict was that her sinus infection is gone, but she’s having allergies wreaking havoc on her now and her asthma, I’m sure, doesn’t help. More meds is what that means. I was extremely happy that they had a “sample” medication to give her since we don’t have prescription insurance coverage currently. I know I shouldn’t be, but it’s amazing how much medications costs. Crikey!

This evening, Alex is up and conscious and at this morning watching (kind of) cartoons with Phoebe. Ray, however, came home not feeling well. He thinks he has a cold. I hope he’s right and that’s all it is. As long as there isn’t vomit involved anyway.

This morning when Alex caught the bus, it really wasn’t foggy out. Then again, it was close to 6:30 a.m. too. However, by the time Phoebe caught her bus – around 8:15 a.m. – it was pretty darn foggy out. Fog in cold weather has this tendency to freeze to the trees (and most everything else) differently than just frost. It was pretty cool.

See? Neat, isn’t it? Phoebe thought it was pretty darn neat too.

Although it was still quite cold out, it was a very nice thing to see the roadways being clear AND dry while waiting for the bus this morning:

The rest of the day went well. The sun shone brilliantly all day. I did not wear a winter coat all day (I did wear a fleece sweater/jacket that I had on inside and out).

Phoebe’s ballet class got to try on their recital costumes today. They all looked amazing. While in costume they went to the other dance room to show the older girls (an advanced jazz class, I think they are all 16+ years old?) their whole dance and did it wonderfully!

Phoebe’s teacher is keeping the costumes to do an alteration to them before we get them back. This is a first as well, usually we are just given verbal instructions on how to complete or alter or whatever to the costumes. I cannot wait!

Yesterday had started as my typical Thursday-school day-type day. Alex missed the bus; Phoebe did not.

After school was typical of late as well. Alex had after school theater rehearsal, followed by her musical theatre class. (I wish everyone would use the same spelling version as well!)

A quick dinner and Alex had vocal rehearsals for the community theatre. I dropped her off; Ray was to pick her up (don’t worry, that part was fine).

After dropping off Alex, I headed to the Mexican restaurant to meet up with some of my gal pals. A bit of dinner and some Rolls Royce Margaritas along with chatting and lots of laughter and everything was golden.

After my fabulous time with my friends I went home. One lady’s son has an ear infection, so she was anticipating a whiny, not-feeling-well child when she got home.

I did not expect to be home for about twenty minutes, for Phoebe to follow me into the kitchen, say that her tummy felt funny then proceed to vomit on the kitchen floor. Fortunately, there was something handy to catch it and minimize the amount of clean up.

That began the ALL.NIGHT.LONG.VOMITING that Phoebe went through. It was a very, VERY long night that I have since termed: PukeFest 2010. It probably won’t be the only one of the year, but it is the first one. No school for her today, at least it is Friday… Poor girl. I hope she doesn’t share this virus (one that is spreading like wildfire at her school). (I am not going to think that this is the price for having gone out for a few hours. Nope, I’m not.)

Sleep, sweetie, sleep. Feel better.

Phoebe will tell you how she hates waiting and being patient. If you are lucky, you may not get that fact stated to you over and over and over in the octave of whine topped (bottomed?) with a stomping foot…or two. Waiting, is still, boring:

Phoebe did wait fairly well this particular time. You see, she was waiting for Ray – her WoW addicted father – to finish whatever computer work he was doing (or maybe he was playing Wow?) so that she could get logged in to play her WoW character. Yes, my husband is not only addicted to this game, he has created a 6.5 year old WoW addict! At least its something they can do together.

Ray used to play games like this with Alex when she was very young as well. Phoebe is at that great age where she can read and has all the coordination and focus and, yes, some patience in order for it to be an enjoyable thing for them to do together.

I, however, currently have zero interest in learning the password to log in. Thus, I cannot be coerced into allowing her to play for a short time (which it NEVER is with these games) while Ray is not here. *insert evil laugh* Perhaps you recall that South Park episode: Make Love, Not Warcraft? During which Kyle’s mother calls it a stupid game and such? Yeah, that would be me.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy they enjoy it. I’m thrilled its something that they do together (kind of together, since only one of them can play at a time…for now).