I have had a bad month. A bad several weeks, actually, since the month is only seven days old at this point. Himself and I have traded off between feeling like we've been smooshed by a gigantic steamroller and feeling like we can trudge through another day with only minor reminders that we aren't well.
We finally discovered the culprit. The doctor took one look at Himself's tonsils, and after running a rapid strep test, declared thatHimself had the worst case of strep he had ever seen. Our roller coaster rides through illness have been on alternating weeks (thank goodness for that, I suppose), and he is one week ahead of me, so his is worse, but I also have it. Of course, we spent a highly useful period of time last night discussing who felt what and who had had a higher temperature, etc.
The house looks like a bachelor pad - you know, the kind that they'd showcase in a movie like Animal House. We have ordered takeout Chinese twice in 10 days from the restaurant a few streets over who actually has a website where you can order your takeout online (and it is almost as good as Taste of Asia in Maryland). We've never ordered takeout Chinese before. Neither of us are hungry, but one of us is feeding two people with one person's daily caloric intake, so food is sort of a necessity.
The laundry has been done - between being sick and spreading germs all over and Baby Girl, the washer hasn't sat idle more than 24 hours in the last few weeks. What has resulted is lovely, artistically deposited piles of textiles all over my living room, the nursery, our bedroom ... wherever they got shoved if someone was rumored to drop by.
The Christmas tree is up because I felt I owed it to Baby Girl. We're missing one box of ornaments and our tree looks like something even Charlie Brown would have a hard time loving, so it's really more of a garish misappropriation of artificial holiday cheer than a decoration, but Baby Girl loves the thing anyway.
The coffee table is covered in saline drops for babies and adults, a snot sucker, a box of tissues, a digital thermometer, a bottle of Tylenol (formerly occupied by a bottle of Advil, when it was my turn to take up residence on the couch, er, sick bed), a couple of empty water glasses - one which held juice, one which held water, two prescription bottles, a packet of throat lozenges, a bag of throat lozenges (Himself and I have different preferences for those, in addition to our painkiller differences) and a host of other things we've been too lazy to displace.
Our nightstands look equally the same. The couch pillows are on the love seat and the couch is covered in blankets, as one or the other of us has been sleeping on the couch for the last 3 1/2 weeks. All of Baby Girl's entertainment options are stationed within arm's reach of the couch - her bouncy seat, play mat, blanket, etc. The tub of wrapping paper and bows and other assorted useless (we have no gifts purchased yet) holiday cheer sits behind the ottoman, as neither of us have had the energy or foresight to move it.
And we won't even mention the dust and grime that is covering every other surface. Or the fact that the refrigerator is full of ingredients none of us have had the energy to do anything with. Or the fact that somehow we neglected to unpack the winter clothes when we moved in, so there are two boxes in two different rooms with their contents strewn over every available surface. Every morning we go to our appropriate box, shove our hand in and pull out a new surprise - spending the rest of the morning trying to find something to wear with it.
And this morning I realized we leave in two weeks for the great state of Washington. We have no presents purchased. We haven't even discussed what we're giving. We haven't talked about travel logistics - exactly when we're leaving, where we're staying or when we're coming home, nor have we talked about anything else holiday-related.
Oh yeah, and the weatherman is calling for a big storm where snow will fall "in feet, not inches." Hopefully this one isn't as badly forecasted as the one last week where we got 8-10" out of a storm that was supposed to just drop a "dusting."
It's another day in paradise, er, The Hobbit Infirmary.
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