Day 43-44: the last two days…

…we have done nothing but sniffle, cough, and heal upset tummies.  For some reason, all four of us have been alternating between colds and upset stomachs.  It snowed here on Sunday, so we were stuck in our house for the morning anyways.  We played outside in the snow, and I’m glad we went out right away since most of the snow was melted by the afternoon!  Here are a few pics from that:

Posing in the snow!

 

 

 

 

 

Our snowball fight…they eventually ganged up on me.

 

 

 

Always posing for the camera…

 

 

 

 

It may not be the coolest hat, but it keeps me warm!

 

 

 

You can see that they had fun.  I always laugh at Lorelei because she is so excited to play in the snow, but within three minutes, she is tired of it (she is so her mother).  She also did not feel well; she’s had a cough, runny nose, and headache for a couple days now.  Addie was also not eating very much and just lethargic.  Last night, I started to feel a little sick to my stomach, so I put us all to bed early.

This morning, it was back to school as usual for Anya.  Lorelei woke up sounding hoarse and coughing, which she had done all night.  I also woke up with a headache and feeling just crummy, so we camped out in the living room and opted to skip ballet.  I hate missing practices, but I also did not want any of the other kids to get sick or for Lorelei to feel worse.  Addie was cuddly all day, usually a good indicator that she does not feel right either.  When we picked up Anya from the bus stop, she said her stomach had hurt at school.  So alas, we walked back home and took it easy the rest of the night.  I read a lot of books, rubbed tummies, gave warm baths, and snuggled a lot.

I don’t know what is going on with us.  This is the part of winter that I really dislike, because we feel like we are all cooped up.  I wonder if it is psychological too, as if we feel a little worse because we are sad.  Lorelei has been down lately, talking about her daddy and asking when he’ll be home.  She misses him, as we all do.  I love that they talk about him and ask about him, but it’s so hard too.  The longer he is gone, the more they miss him and with the little girls, the harder it becomes to explain when he is coming back.  “Soon” doesn’t work, because “soon” to a four year old means today or in the next five minutes.  I’ve also learned that saying he has to be gone for work means nothing to a two year old who has no concept of work.  Telling an eight year old that her daddy wishes he could be here does very little to comfort her.  To them, they just want their daddy.  I wish I could make it easier for them, for all of us.

So here’s hoping that tomorrow we feel better, and that I can come up with some better consolations for my children when they are hit with the “daddy is gone” blues like we have been.  At least we have passed another two days of this deployment.  Tomorrow, I’m launching a Lysol attack on this house!

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