It’s been a rough week. Pierce started with Hand, Foot, and Mouth first, then after a quiet few days that had me thinking all I’d read about only ages five and under getting it and not getting it twice (and Charlotte and Liberty have had it) was correct. That left only Ellie to be susceptible to it, so we went about life figuring that’s how it would go.
Charlotte started with symptoms Tuesday afternoon. At co-op. Talk about the walk of shame, picking up your sick kid that possibly infected others, all for an hour of co-op. Awful.
Sterling, Eden, Ellie, and Liberty all started symptoms on Wednesday. Ruby started on Thursday.
Yep. We’re seven kids deep in Hand, Foot, and Mouth. Fevers, headaches, a little bit of vomit, and spots abound. Pierce is still winning first place for how bad it gets – everyone else just has a handful of spots. Pierce… He’s covered. He’s feeling entirely better, his spots are healing, and it’s no longer Crabbiest Kid in the House. (Charlotte now has that distinction.)
In other news, I’ve gotten to the bottom of my mending pile – completely – for the first time in years. There’s not a whole lot else you can do with crabby children, the inability to go anywhere, and a full dose of frustrating that sends me to my quiet corner.
Yesterday, though, in a complete downpour, I took a stool out to the front (covered) porch and picked the only dry spot to sit and nurse the baby – directly in front of the door. For a full five minutes, the kids were stuck inside, and while they could talk to me through the screen, no one could come out and climb on me. Then Pierce decided it was worth a dash through the rain from the back door and my “only Ellie” time was broken. For a moment, though…