It must be bad karma. Now Eric can't drink and is vomiting. Lovely.
I had to ask (beg) my husband to stay home from work today. He's had Rachel all day, and I've had Eric. Eric's tantrums improved somewhat until he tried to drink some milk from his tippy. He started screaming. And then I saw the blood on the tippy lid. I have no idea if it's his lip or his gums. I assume it's his gums because they are red and inflamed, probably from the HFM disease crap.
I swear, I pray every day Rachel doesn't get this. It's bad enough she now has a yeast rash from her diaper.
Eric is up in his room, crying and not napping.
Rachel is sitting on daddy's lap and cooing to the outside as if to say, "Let me out!"
I don't feel well at all. I'm sure I have the adult version of this. I just want to crawl under my covers and sleep, undisturbed, for about 3 years or until the kids are potty-trained and in preschool, whichever comes first.