Yesterday both boys developed higher temperatures, harsher coughs and sharp headaches. I spent the day running between rooms, checking fevers and delivering water and medication. We took Robby to the doctor to discover that our area is experiencing a shortage of both Covid and flu tests. I have no idea if the boys have Covid, but I do know that they are very sick.
I hate seeing my boys so sick.
Well, 2022 is not starting out strong. Yesterday morning boys were sporting high fevers, sore throats and annoying coughing fits. I spent the day shuffling between the boys fetching water, fever relief, a thermometer and any other comfort I could muster. Despite all of my efforts, they were miserable. Hopefully this is not indicative of the rest of the year.
To add insult to illness, yesterday we had the biggest snow in three years and Timmy was too sick to play. He was devastated that he couldn't throw snowballs or go sledding. In the middle of the afternoon I bundled him up to walk the dog, hoping that it would make him happy to at least feel the snow. Hamlet ended up wheezing within 20 seconds of the cold air hitting his face.
I am hoping that the fevers come down this morning. I am not keen on going to a doctor right now, especially with the new strand wreaking havoc in our area. I'm hoping for colds that will wane quickly.
Thursday morning the boys and I piled into the car and headed to visit my Mom. (Robby was especially excited about spending New Year's Eve with his cousins.) I was worried about how Friend was going to socialize with my Mom's dogs, but it turns out that he is a go-with-the-flow pup, happy to sit on anybody who is sitting.
Saturday we kicked off our New Year celebration by going to a splatter paint room. The kids, including Timmy, were practically giddy as they changed into their overalls for the paint fight. While they were throwing paint the glow of black lights I was watching them from the comfort of the lobby. I could see them on the live stream feed, but I could hear their squeals and giggles through the walls.
Unfortunately, I didn't plan well for this little adventure. The coveralls were only moderately effective to protect their clothing and all exposed skin was covered with colorful paint. I had them sit on plastic bags during the drive home. Thankfully it was warm so we were able to spray them down in the yard with the garden hose before allowing them inside.
After everybody was clean from the paint battle and Timmy was tucked into bed, the big kids and I went to a local New Year's Eve street party. They were hankering to see something drop at midnight, and I figured that the local dill pickle drop would fit the bill. (Yes, they actually dropped a large pickle themed character into a barrel at midnight.)
I'm sure the organizers were disappointed, but I was delighted by the lack of crowds. We had a great time, dancing to music and waiting for the pickle to drop. After midnight we watched the fireworks and headed home.
I don't know what 2022 will bring, but I do know that we started it with laughter and fun.
