It’s been a few days since I last updated the blog . . . that’s the way it goes when your child is sick, no one is sleeping, and there are workmen all over your house making a lot of noise and bringing new and interesting problems to your attention every 10 minutes. Today’s ordeal is figuring out how to get the pantry doors to fit over the Pergo. I feel like borrowing a chainsaw and solving THAT problem quickly.

We’re still in a waiting/holding pattern on Mike’s mom, which is driving everyone nuts, most especially Susan herself. One of my issues with healthcare and test results is how damn long they make you wait for results, especially when it’s a major issue. I remember waiting 2 days to find out of the fetus was viable (who later became Lily) and how no 48 hours ever seemed so long. And compared to Susan, waiting to find out if a pregnancy is viable is no big deal in the larger scheme of things.

Both Mike and I feel terribly about Lily - four days straight of seeing her not playing and only wanting to be held listlessly in arms is really depressing. She’s never been this sick - two doctor’s visits later we have an antibiotic which seems to be helping. My parents are both sick, too. After that Thanksgiving hell week, it seems to be bleeding over into the Thanksgiving Kick Off of Two Weeks of Hell. It will be over soon - I keep telling myself that. Last night we took turns sleeping on the futon with Lily because she doesn’t seem to be able to sleep in her crib. I think she has trouble breathing.

In the meantime I’m supposed to be figuring out dates and locations for my father’s 80th birthday in August. Seems like a long way away, but not when you are going to vacation land (Northern Michigan) for a family reunion. I’ve probably already missed the boat on plenty of reservations.

This weekend is the annual Hayes Hitzeman Foundation Silent Auction - once that is over, things will begin to calm down a bit. I’ve been putting in a lot of hours trying to help Kyra get things together. I finally sucked it up and bought a dress on Sunday - it’s nothing special but it fits, and that was a major undertaking, trying to find something that fits my oddly shaped body. Now I just have to find shoes. Jennifer found an absolutely gorgeous (and very expensive) dress, but she looked fabulous. If I had found a dress that made me look like that, I’d buy it too - and wear it everywhere.

There’s not much new to report. The doors are in on my office, which is a step in the right direction. They need to be painted, but at least now I have a physical separation between my work space and my home space. It helps, at the end of the evening, to pull the doors shut and firmly say “I am done working”. It also helps me keep Lily confined to an area where she can’t hurt herself or do any damage