Wow - I am worn out! It seems like with Justin and I working opposite shifts our whole lives happen on the weekends. This invariably leaves us with too much to do in too little time, resulting in the need for a vacation or, at the very least, a massage. This weekend was no exception.
The schedule was as follows: Saturday - create raised flowerbed in front yard, pick up babysitters, attend wedding reception. Sunday - church picnic, afternoon at the park with friends, regroup. The reality was that on Justin worked on the flowerbed from 10am Saturday until about 7:30pm. By that time we were both too exhausted to want to dress up and go to a wedding reception. But I had already picked up the babysitters (two of my sisters) on my trip into town to pick up extra edgers from Menards. So we cleaned ourselves up and went out for dinner. And it was desperately needed, as we've only been out by ourselves two other times since Sasha was born in November. Sunday we did make it to the church picnic, and we managed to enjoy ourselves in spite of the fact that Sasha and I were fighting some kind of nasty respiratory bug, Justin was exhausted, and Jordan was really itchy because his eczema was acting up. However, after yet another trip to Menards for the final two edgers, we were beat and decided to scrap the whole park idea. So we spent the remainder of the day being somewhat out-of-sorts at home.
Which brings us to today...Monday, everyone's least favorite day of the week. And today was no exception. I dragged myself to work at the ungodly hour of 7am, and 15 minutes later I left for home again. I was coughing way too much to be effective at captioning any phone calls (since we use voice recognition technology). I took a nap hoping to recover somewhat, awakening to find that Jordan had developed a nasty rash on his face. I wasn't sure if it was more of his eczema, which in the last two weeks has become completely out of control, covering about 75% of his body, or something contagious. So, I had to haul him in to see the doctor. Turned out to be yet more eczema, and that the eczema on his legs is infected. So now not only does he have to have a steroid cream, which I was hoping to avoid, but an oral antibiotic as well. I want to cry every time I look at his poor red rashy face and scabby legs. But, on the upside, we didn't have to cancel plans to go to the zoo in the afternoon since the doctor's office is very close to the zoo, and they squeezed in his appointment half an hour before we had planned to get to the zoo.
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