Well this was an interesting mothers day weekend for us this year. Holding very true and consistent with the current trend of the year we found ourselves once again in the throws of a sick little girl with the stomach flu. We seem to have stayed sick all year, I really think the sickest we've ever been since having kids and maybe ever. Poor Abigail woke up Saturday morning with a fever of 102 and then the fun followed close behind. We had grand plans to attend 3 birthday parties through the course of the day and it just broke her heart to have to miss them all for "the quizzies" as she lovingly refers to them. The poor kid threw up probably 6 or 8 times by bedtime Saturday. She had melted into her almost non responsive zone she gets into when she is that sick. The first time she did it it scared me to death. It's almost like she just goes away to another place when she feels that bad. She doesn't make eye contact with you when you speak to her, she won't speak, won't smile. Just a very flat affect until you can get her hydrated and feeling stronger. That unfortunately wasn't until mid morning on Sunday when we finally got some Gatorade into her. Brian did a very sweet job of making us all breakfast and taking care of his girls and wife on mothers day.
We had a funny spin on the day that I have to remember. That morning over coffee and a flaccid pale Bit in my lap I noticed what I swear sounded like a duck in our air vents. The annoying thing was it ...honked or quacked every 45 seconds or so. Brian remembered that he had attempted to change the air filter last weekend , got the wrong size and had left the system filterless for the week. Fearing the worst I of course started to fret that we had blown it and would face another huge home expense. He picked at that furnace all day long, even cutting the power to it at one point and the dern thing still quacked. Meanwhile I took the girls outside for some much needed fresh air. I laid a blanket in the back yard and brought out coloring books and saltine crackers. Even sweet Chloe remained low key for the most part for her sister being very content to just sit and "coyer". We enjoyed the breeze for a while then the Bit admitted she was done and needed to head in.
Poor Brian had still been working on the mystery. He had gone to the hardware store, he called the heating company, his company, and even his trusted google let him down without a solution. By mid afternoon after our naps he told me he even took my stethascope to the hot water heater and the furnace to make sure where the noise's origin was. You see since his surgery Brian has lost the ability to determine direction to sounds. It can be very frustrating for him at times. He asked me to once again walk downstairs and see if I could tell with certainty which appliance the noise was coming from. When I did crawl all the way over to between the 2 machines I busted out laughing. I called for him to come down and showed him the wicked culprit to our problem.... an old ratty looking smoke alarm that was mounted behind some duck work and must have a dead battery. We couldn't see the thing until we were all the way behind the heaters and Brian couldn't tell the noise was overhead. Relieved we removed the very inexpensive 9volt battery with a smile. Ahhh, for once the expense wasn't what we feared. We have lived here for 3 years and never knew there was an alarm there.
As the day was drawing to a close. I threw the girls in the tub to get the stomach cooties off of them and discovered the poor Bit had a tiny tick on her hip. Of all the days, she was NOT in the mood for tick removal in her state. I did the hot match, and then alcohol soak to get the thing out with her wailing in pitiful exhausted drama. Her scrawny little bony body just didn't want any more insults. We got through it and she and Chloe forgot their woes and played in the bath together.
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