Sick...of being sick.

We just got back from a fun-filled weekend in sunny San Diego. It was hot there & I hear raining here...what are the odds of that happening? Scot played his little heart out & I spent the majority of my time being sick.

Yes. I am sick. again.

Granted if I were to get sick my in-laws is a great place to be sick. Zack is entertained all day with their dog & Livy gets passed around & around. I am only a food source while there.

That being said, I am sick of being sick. Since Livy has been born I have had the stomach flu, been dehydrated, had multiple migraines, not to mention the other post delivery complications, and now this...a fever on Saturday, a sore throat, incessant coughing & an overall lousy outlook.

On top of my own illness Zack was throwing up on Wednesday & has pink eye today & an incessant cough he likes to showcase outside my bedroom door at 2 am.

We have an appointment this morning to get the pink eye drops & I am praying his pediatrician will write me a magical healing prescription as well.

Until the prescription comes through I am moving myself up on the totem pole. Well...actually I'm not. I will still be last. How can I move up above a 2 year-old & a 4 month-old? So instead of moving myself up we are all going to get some better treatment around here.

My house may not always be clean. My blog not updated. My laundry behind. But I will be giving myself daily naps until Livy manages to sleep through the night on a consistent basis. As well as 2 well balanced meals {sad, but it hasn't been happening. In fact, most days I forget to eat lunch}. Increased water consumption. And just maybe...I can squeeze some running in there. Hopefully all by myself. The nights & mornings are bound to cool off a little & I so miss that time.