This has been the most draining five days.
Saturday: Monkey versus the stomach bug
Sunday: Birthday party preparation and celebration
Monday: Tucker versus the stomach bug, a violent match
Tuesday: Tucker recovers from the stomach bug and Monkey comes home from daycare with fever chills, a cough and nasty digestive issues.
Tuesday night: Monkey wakes up twice with more fever and a yucky tummy
Wednesday: Mommy and Monkey stay home
She woke up fever free this morning, but still with the yuck tummy. I have no idea what the day will bring. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she continues to get better as the hours tick by.
My poor kids have never been this sick, especially not all at once with TWO different illnesses. I’ve been knee-deep in vomit, bleach cleaning spray and hand soap. I’m really praying that Grady and I can stay healthy and no one else ends up with the flu. Do they make sanitizing bombs? I think my house needs one.
In the midst of all this sickness insanity, on the ONE day we were ALL healthy, we had a fun little adventure in Papa Mike’s (Grady’s father) pasture. Living in the middle of the Flint HIlls of Kansas means that the grasslands are lying on top of a HUGE bed of flint rock. Rocks EVERYWHERE. My FIL’s pasture has some interesting rock formations that attract this really crazy group of people we call the Rock Crawlers.
These guys don’t crawl on rocks the way you may think they do.
They like to crawl on rocks like this….
These guys are nuts. I think they’re nuts for shelling out the insane amount of dough for the tires alone. You’ll see what I mean.
Tucker got a big treat!! Our local UPS man is one of the Crawlers and I think he has one of the better trucks. This boy got the ride of a lifetime.
He was having a really hard time getting the job done.
He finally gave up and Tucker’s new friend came in and showed him how to get it done.
(Blows my mind.)
There were some really interesting looking trucks.
I was only there for about 45 minutes. This went on and on and on and on for the whole afternoon. Grady and the boys stayed for THREE more hours. I actually had to call to tell them to come home and help get ready for the party. Talk about a testosterone rush. I’m just glad there is NO room in our budget for a hobby like this.
Peace, love and cool crawlers.