When mommy is sick…. The world as we know it ends.

I am one of those girls that can catch a bug at the drop of a hat. You would think having worked with children before my immune system would be All Mighty and Powerful, I wish. And now with being prego my body is working full throttle with very small rubber pads for brakes. While being sick (and hubby deployed) I am left as the go to fun person in the house, my work still needs to be attended to (even though they send me home because I look and sound awful), house cleanings still need to take place (even more so with germs being spread throughout), and REST needs to take place (easier said than done). The second I stat feeling the slightest bit better I’m up and running full sprint, only to have an absolute total cataclysmic disaster of fever, chills, nose and eyes running/watering seconds after I took off to complete one of a hundred taskers on my daily to-do list.

Weekend sickness is by far the worse. Mommy play with me, mommy, I want to go out and play, mommy, mommy, mommy…. All the while I am stuffing tissues up my nostrils to prevent any leakage while trying to prepare something quick, easy and edible for the man-child to eat. So I take him out and run a few errands at the same time and then pay for it dearly with lack of sleep due to not being able to breathe. The cycle starts again Sunday. Monday comes and it is off to school and off to work for me, finish up the major taskers for classes, update the database and excuse myself to my warm comfy bed. Toss and turn, sweat, go through an entire tissue box, be woken up by the plumber who I’d forgotten was coming to install the new dishwasher, lay on couch while installation takes place, pick up man-child from day-care, come home and realize I should clean my bedding, feed and get the boy to bed, and wait for bedding to to dry….. Put it on, stuff tissue up one nostril and attempt to sleep. Tuesday (today) wake up with another large pile of well used tissues on the floor beside the bed, get Jake up for school only to hear sneezing, coughing and see that look of sunken eyes and pale face. No school for the sick boy, no work for the sick mommy. We enjoyed a cup of warm tea together, gave him some meds, went over his math problems and reading book, and he laid himself down to relax. But like mommy, the second he started feeling better he’s asking to go do this and that, and that and this…. LOL. That lasted all about an hour until he started sneezing more. Now he’s relaxing again, as I should be, and as I will be here as soon as I get him fed.

Baby B is doing well. I was able to listen to it’s heart beat (153) on Friday when they told me I have strep throat…. If it is not one thing it is another. Yet each of the battles are always overcome and am so thankful that I still get to hear from my hubby as often as I do during his deployment. Less than 60 days and he “should” be home! Crossing my fingers and coming up with different ideas for a Welcome Home sign for little man and I to make here at home :))

Irene & Her Evil Winds

3 days after the hurricane and everyone 80 miles west of the coast felt it, maybe even further. Preparations were made with intense house cleaning, full bathtub of water, gallons a water set aside, fridge turned all the way down to freezing, candles set out, maglight flashlights with new batteries, and a truck that can have small appliances plugged into it for cooking. Friday evening we were craving ice cream… Lo and Behold Walmart was still open and A braved the stormy weather to obtain chocolate chip ice cream which our son and I thoroughly enjoyed as desert¬†that evening and breakfast the next morning. ūüôā¬†

Yea, I’m an awesome mommy who cannot stand the fact of good ice cream ever going to waste. ūüôā Saturday around 2am I woke up¬†to what felt like a steam room. Power outage, Irene had arrived. In and out of sleep until the¬†morning, opened up some windows and¬†let the storm’s wind cool the house. Played battleship, napped while the boys watched a movie on the¬†portable DVD player, read, and then A needed to play in the storm, hmmmm… Really 80 mph winds and you want to go work out? Ooook…. So I did what any good wife would do, I sat and watched while calling out the workouts based off of a¬†full (including jokers) deck of playing cards. So, 54 different workouts, each consisting of its own workout based off the suit of the card (burpees, pushups, mountain climbers, air squats), number is for reps and face cards are 11,12,13, Ace 400meter run, Jokers- any random workout one that consisted of puddle push-ups ALL with his flak jacket on with sappy plates….¬†Recordings of this was definitely done, however he mooned the camera and can’t post it. lol. This took¬†a little under an hour of the day and come to find out was done during/after the eye of the storm. Sealfit.com, his drug. ūüôā

Done with the Hurricane Workout

A then played star wars battles against J (our son’s favorite¬†indoor playtime activity). We needed to get out of the house and everything had calmed down for the most part, just some wind. So we went¬†out for a drive.¬†Mommy needed out of the house. Assessed damages off base (base at that time was shut down unless you lived on base). Electricity was still off,¬†everywhere. Flooding is always a problem around here, and trees were¬†broken over power lines in¬†roads, debris everywhere…

Not much else to see¬†so home we went.¬†J’s dinner was chicken noodle soup cooked in a rice cooker, one of his favorites that he happily scarffed down. The heat made me not so hungry… Cannot really remember what we ate, or if I even ate. 730-8pm, J’s bed time dark enough¬†outside to get him to sleep earlier. Sit in living room, read by candlelight. 9 decide to take it to the bedroom, read a little longer, and then pass out.

Wake up first thing the next morning eat cereal for breakfast, (quickly grabbing the milk and slamming the fridge door shut), make coffee in the back of the truck¬†then get ready and out the door- 8am. To the¬†base to assess damage for A’s work. Shocked by the amount of trees that are gone… Nature can be a scary motha…. Cell phone service during all this and until yesterday Monday was little to none except in certain places throughout the city. After base we went toward the beach. Negative: Atlantic’s bridge was closed except to those with a pass. So was Emerald Isles. Me: I so badly wanted to get out there to explore. No luck. Go to Lowe’s pick up items needed to fix the gate, fence, and 2-4 missing shingles. Come home, nap. A fixed the gate and the fallen fence panel. POWER!!!!! Yes, sweet merciful power has been restored! 2pm Sunday. Grab the vacuum and get to cleaning. 4pm- needed to get out of the house and EI’s bridge is open. To the BEACH!!! Again,¬†tons of debris, but really no major (noticeable) damage to the¬†beach front homes. Amazing. Clear. Hot.¬†Many broken shells, yet managed to find a cargo pocket full of great whole¬†ones. A continues to make fun of me collecting shells and states how¬†glad he is we do not live at the beach, as our house would be made of shells… ūüôā I add a few more to his cargo pocket. ūüėČ

J runs in and out of the water, finds clams, finds a star fish and throws it back in the ocean, and both my guys find a huge, dead, horse shoe crab. Tires were seen often, to include many that had obviously been out there for awhile.


As Grandpa Ed said that someone has probably already made the t-shirts, We Survived Irene….¬† As A said, we made it through our first hurricane together without killing each other, we¬†can survive anything. :)) 3 more days until the wedding. Must get J’s shirt, get the dogs in the kennel for the weekend while we head to the mountains,¬†and call and add a few more people¬†to our dinner party!

Sidenote: Yes this was all done without a smoke… 16 days no cigs¬†and growing stronger!