I am up later than I would like to be right now. All three of my kids have strep throat, with the baby being the worst. The older ones tested positive but have been climbing the walls and I threatened to take them to school before 9am yesterday. Bryson had the high fevers, the wonderful rash that sometimes accompanies strep, and the sleepless nights. Now the next predicament. What usually comes with antibiotics? You guessed it. Yeast infection. He has cried to me since I picked him up from my parents that his "bottom sore!" The medicine is causing diarrhea which doesn't help at all. He hides to go to the bathroom, usually under the kitchen table, and then tells me he isn't dirty when I ask him because he knows that it will hurt to get his pants changed. He screams when I change him and it is torturing us both. Blaine even cried the last time cause he said it was so sad.
So here is my predicament: he is asleep in the living room floor on a waterproof mattress pad topped off with a beach towel, naked as a jay bird from the waist down. His poor little bottom was hurting so bad he wanted me to blow on his rear end. Five minutes later he was asleep. He has been there for over two hours and I am trying to decide if I should try putting him to bed or if I should just grab a pillow and blanket and sleep next to him.
So where is my husband, you ask, through all of the screaming, diaper changing and naked as a jay bird, sleeping in the floor craziness? He came home from work, took some Nyquil, and we haven't seen him since. I hope he doesn't have it too.