Last Wednesday night. September 25 into the 26th. And I’m on the couch with a sick babe. Not sure what is wrong with her. Except she was screaming and crying instead of sleeping. So I took her to the living room so Jeremy could get some sleep. [Because I am a saint.] We watched some Elmo. And by “some” I mean we were up until 4 freaking am. Then she was finally willing to go to bed. And we slept until noon.
I wish we could have stayed in bed and snuggled all day, but I had a dentist appointment that I needed to get to. I had already canceled/rescheduled it 3 times. They were getting annoyed.
While I was at the dentist, Jeremy took Avery to the doctor. I did not want to deal with another sickness for days on end. Like last time. Which seems like 4 weeks ago. Avery ends up with bad ear infection.
Off to Target we go to get her meds. While I’m there, why not get a flu shot? So I did. Because why should Avery suffer alone? Have I mentioned yet that Jeremy is feeling real sick too? Spoiler alert: He has an upper respiratory infection. That we don’t find out about until yesterday because he wouldn’t go to the doctor.
We get home from Target and find that our lovely TV is kaput.
Here was our solution:
Broken TV with little working TV in front. But the Roku wouldn’t work on the baby TV. Avery watches her bedtime shows on the laptop. Which made for another long night. Because she wouldn’t sleep again. But at least Thursday was over, right?
And Friday (no TV day) was interesting.
She kept busy.
And all was right in our world again.