If you hadn’t heard already.  Simon came down with the flu mid last week.  He probably had the worst night on Friday night.  We probably used every single towel and rag in the house trying to clean up after the poor kid.  Candy and I may have had a total of six or seven hours of actual sleep on Friday night.  So Saturday was nutzo around our house.  We had a sick boy all day who kept Candy and I both on our toes.  We were giving Simon medicine, trying to get him to eat, hoping he didn’t cough up what he had eaten, and taking care of the little baby.  I had also discovered on Wednesday that I have allergies because although I felt like crap all weekend, I in fact, did not have the flu.  And on top of all of that, we were getting some stuff ready for a garage sale that we plan to have next weekend. 

Somehow, I managed to keep in mind that my beloved Thunder were going to be playing the Lakers that evening, and made sure to tune in when the game started.  The game stated off awesome, and the Thunder jumped out to a huge lead that they were able to maintain for the rest of the night, which was a good thing because there was no way that I could maintain focus on anything but the chaos that was surrounding me.

About 9:30 Candy started to notice that our easy-going 6-month-old, Isaac, was starting to act a bit cranky, and seemed to be running a temperature, and since Simon had the flu, we figured that it was time to call the pediatrician and get a tamaflu prescription for little bubba as well, so we did.  An hour later, Simon and I are hanging out at the 24-hour Walgreens (Simon loves to go our, he behaves well, and his feelings get hurt if I go without him.  He also seemed to be feeling a lot better).  I somehow managed to rack up $60 worth of crap and a few treats from the McDonalds before we made it home.  Simon enjoyed some French fries on the ride home which was good because he wouldn’t hardly eat anything all day.

After arriving home, we managed to get the big boy in bed by 11, and we were down to dealing with the little one who had already received his dose of medicine, and was most likely ready to go to sleep as well, right?  WRONG!  Lo and behold he managed to quickly develop a 101.6 fever that we had a heck of a time breaking.  Candy and I spent the next 3 hours cleaning up vomit and trying to cool the kid off.  We stripped him down to his diaper and gave him sponge baths hoping to cool him off.  Both of us were half asleep.  Well, long story short we managed to finally get the boy cooled off enough and properly dosed with infant’s Tylenol and he went to sleep.  The two of us were so wound up from all the excitement that we had a hard time going to sleep, and once again, spent the next day running on fumes.  Lets hope next weekend is less eventful. 

How was your weekend?