Happy Easter!

Wow, guys.  The difference a day makes!  Tater is definitely improved and is actually off his vent at the moment, playing a version of soccer bowling (kicking a soccer ball towards bowling pins-he totally made this up himself).  We're about to head to my grandmother's house for Easter Dinner.  Yes, Dinner.  It's Sunday Dinner and Easter Dinner, even though it's lunch.  Drives Mr. A crazy I call it Dinner but I am Southern through and through and that's what we do.  (I can see Kera and Mrs. Moore shaking their heads with me)

Last night I was wondering why this particular event has thrown me for such a loop.  I'm usually the upbeat one and crash with pity after an event has passed so it's been strange to do the whole, "Woe is us," thing during the craziness.  As I was falling asleep, it hit me: I have the luxury of falling apart while it's happening because I KNOW it's going to get better.  Before, I never knew IF it would get better and would need to keep my wits about me for the long haul.  This time, while stressful, was just a blip in the road in this whole journey.  Just a stressful tire change and we're back on our way. 

Thanks for indulging my pity party.  Tater was the sick one and I was the one needing the support.  While my other son was sick away from home and my mother was having to pull out survival skills she hasn't needed in a while.  Ugh.  And thank you for your thoughts and prayers.  The sugar booger is on the mend.  I think we're still on track for the minor surgery on Friday and then on to Manny's house.  Thanks for everything, guys. 

Coco wins

I thought I had a bad day yesterday...

It seems Toser has a stomach bug.  The only day he went to school last week was Thursday and I guess he got it there.  He's been at CocoPop's since then and we were supposed to get him back last night but Coco called to say she was keeping him because he had been vomitting.  On her.  In Papa's truck.  I think Coco had the worse day.  We struggled here but I never had vomit on me. 

I feel bad that Bo is sick away from home.  I hear he's pretty pitiful.  We were tempted to get him but as Coco says, she would rather take care of only him and not everyone in our family-which would be the case if he infected us.  I see her point.  Of course she's going to get sick because these are the types of things that keep on giving.  ugh. 

Aaaaaannnnnnddddd Ben just came in to say he has a nail in his tire.  I have to laugh because if I didn't, I would be in a corner crying.  I would like for this week to be over, pretty please.

Neverending Pity Party

It's 11:30 am and I feel like it should be 10 pm.  It's been a helluva morning, y'all.  I'll spare you the gorey details but Tater's having some GI issues in addition to his respiratory issues (or they may be causing his respiratory issues since both systems rely on muscles-muscles which are already compromised with Tater's low tone; add illness and you have a perfect storm of stuff).  Interventions were performed and I have a tired, worn out little boy on my hands who passed out from sheer exhaustion.  I am feeling sorry for him and myself and if it weren't for my savior of a neighbor bringing me a nonfatnowhipmocha, I would call this morning a complete bust. 

I hate that Tater suffers like this.  I hate that he was doing so well for so long and now this.  I hate that I'm feeling sorry for myself in addition to him.  This sucks and I think I'm going to crawl back into bed. 

PS-my voicemail is full at home and on my cell.  I don't have the energy to listen/erase anything.  text or email me if you need me.