Thanksgiving should be a time for a family to come together and enjoy one other.
We're at each other's throat.
We're all sick of being sick. Sick of looking at one another. Sick of being cooped up in this damn house. Other than picking up a pizza on Friday night and two trips to Target, I haven't been out of the house since Wednesday.
It's like we've been snowed in, only there's no snow to be found.
Not content with the fevers, chills, sneezing, and runny noses we have been experiencing, Zoey decided to add a new twist last night: she started getting little bumps on her body. We called the nurse's line because we were afraid it might be chicken pox. By the time the nurse had called back, some of the bumps were gone. The nurse told us it was probably hives. Neither Ella nor I had ever had hives, so we weren't familiar with them. The nurse told us to give her Benadryl to soothe the itching. But she wasn't itching.
Yet.
Around 2:00 AM, she woke up howling and clawing at herself like a feral cat. We gave her Bendadryl, put her in bed with us (because who wouldn't like to sleep with a thrashing five-year-old?), and waited out the storm. Within an hour, she was finally asleep again.
Zoey's had a few breakouts today, but apparently they only itch when she's asleep. Makes no sense. But when Ella got the kids out of the bathtub tonight, she noticed a few bumps on Zed. Looks like we're in for another long night.
But I'll tell you this: one of those kids is going to school tomorrow. I don't care which one. We'll flip a damn coin if it comes to it.
GHS: 4
Song of the day: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by U2
Snowed In
