Hill Smith Family Update

I know I haven’t posted Little Dude’s 15-month update yet (he had his exam right on time), but we’ve been a little under-the-weather here.

First, I have a monster cold. I began getting sick on Wednesday/Thursday, probably not helped by some sleepless nights (Little Dude has been waking at odd hours - mostly due to noise of the severe storms in our area), and the stress of several projects I’m trying to stay on top of, for work. It has been a regular, snot-filled, sleep-deprived, juggling act for me.

Next, my schedule hasn’t been this busy in a long time - both in and out of work, so I feel pulled in a million directions. The Hubby is bearing the brunt of my being so busy when it comes to home, and has been not the most pleasant person, due to his inability to get any of his stuff done.

On top of all of this, Little Dude is reacting to the latest round of immunizations. He began running a fever Friday night, has been very clingy, and concluded this evening by puking all over mommy. (Please, no comments on the “vaccinate or not-to-vaccinate,” debate. I think we are all trying to make the best decision for our own children. As for me, I believe in vaccinations, although I do think the schedule of when they get certain ones should be evaluated further.)

Yes, that would be me. With puke in places I could never hit on my own, and in places I never thought I would ever see puke. Places I never wanted to see puke, if I had to see puke in the first place.

Any of my enemies (or my two sisters) reading this can now begin their evil laughs. I think this tops any type of revenge you have ever plotted against me. This tops the horror of the first time his spit-up wound up in my bra.

The puke did not help the Hubby’s mood, although he did take Little Dude and change him, while I changed into non-puke covered clothing, and wiped puke off of places I never would have guessed it would have hit me.

So, I have the stats on Little Dude’s height and weight for 15 months, but I’m going to publish it later. I don’t feel like posting it in the puke-filled post.

I’m off to check on a sleeping Little Dude, who was back in fairly good spirits after he puked. Which leads me to believe this is truly all part of the vaccination reaction, and the big dinner he consumed tonight, after not wanting to eat much in the past 24 hours. Not him being or getting sick.

Not that I worry any less, but I feel a little reassured that this should pass fairly quickly.

It is going to be a long night, though. And I was hoping to take night-time medication for my cold.

**small sob**

Okay… Pity party is done, and I’m off to play the role of “Super Mommy,” who exists on less than two hours of sleep per twelve hours… Anyone have any blue spandex, red underwear and a cape they can lend me? I can use my black sharpie to draw an “S” on my lovely over-sized T-shirt.