Tell Me Something Good

At 7:41 a.m., Big I stumbled into our bedroom breathing heavily and looking terrible.  She then announced that she was going to throw up.  As Mr. BBM quickly led her into our bathroom, I silently thanked God that she is now older and did not crawl into our bed to do her barfing business.  That has happened one too many times. 

Right now, she is fast asleep on the sofa, with her cheek propped up against the back of the cushion.  I know she is really sick because usually I need to remind her that she is sick and needs to stop running around the living room.  She has no appetite.  She is as white as the few remnants of snow remaining in our front yard, and her forehead is warm.  When are we going to catch a break? 

Lil C just finished a round of antibiotics for an ear infection.  I'm still coughing from whatever Big I brought home from school a few weeks ago.  Even our Realtor has been infected from spending too much time with us.  I'm thinking it might be wise to put Big I in a sectioned off room like E.T., and also that we might want to install a decontamination shower at our front door.

Yesterday we had two showings.  One was a second showing and the Realtor once again, had all kinds of questions for us.  Our neighbor told us that the couple was here FOREVER and that they were checking everything out.  We thought we might have an offer in hand yesterday, but there's been no news yet.  We also sent our list of options to our Realtor so he can help us negotiate a good price on our new house. 

Today everything is up in the air.  Will we all be barfing by nightfall?  Will we be well enough to leave the house on Tuesday for the Broker Open House our Realtor has planned?  Will these people make an offer on our house?  Will it be a good offer or one that makes us hang our heads in despair?  Will the builder give us the options we want for the price we're willing to pay?  I absolutely hate not knowing.

Please, someone, just tell me something good.

Comments

[Dan Paden]

Okay, how's this:

In less than a year, you'll be able to tend to the occasionally-sick child in a brand-new house!

That will be cool.

[Renovation Girl]

By the summer, you will be free of those who are in close proximity who drive you crazy pretty much all the time...and I'm not referring to Mr. BBM. :)

[AdamR]

I'll send chips!

[Karl]

Ugh, sick kids. No fun. I figured your house was immune to bugs, since you'd probably kick all the bug asses to the curb.

[Miss Chris]

It's bad enough to have cold-bug germs floating around the house but the barf ones are the worst! Just waiting and hoping you can manage to avoid that one is a stresser.