Hiccup

People keep asking how close we are to putting the house on the market.  We're close, but not quite there.  90% done is my standard answer, but I really shouldn't be giving that answer day after day, we're supposed to get closer to 100% every day.  We were doing really well until Wednesday night.  That was when Sarah woke up around 10p and said her stomach hurt.  She felt really hot so I took her temperature.  104.6.  Holy cow!  I'd never had a kid have a temperature that high.

I gave her some ibuprofen and put her back to bed, but that wasn't the last time she got up that night.  She threw up a couple of times and ended up sleeping on a palate next to our bed.  The next day I was planning on being super productive and I was before we went to the pediatrician for two hours.

Poor little girl was poked and prodded and poked some more.  First they pricked her finger and took just a little blood to do an in-office culture.  Then we had to try twice to give them a urine sample.  After they got the results from her blood culture they needed to really take blood with a needle and syringe.  Then to top it all off, they gave her two antibiotics shots, one in each leg.  I felt so bad for her I told her I would take her to Target to get a toy after such a traumatic ordeal, but all she wanted to do was go home (don't worry, she took me up on the toy this afternoon and boy did she get a good one!).

The rest of the afternoon we hung out and didn't do much and then Charlie has a business dinner so by the time I got the kids to bed and scraped myself off the floor I got about an hour's worth of organizing done, but not much.  Today was supposed to be my second super productive day, but instead I stayed in bed with Sarah, who just wanted to be with Mommy, and watched t.v. (and I dozed a little bit but she didn't).  Then it was back to the doctor to verify that her fever had broke and her white blood cell count was headed back in the right direction, to Target for her I'm-so-sorry-this-crap-always-happens-to-you toy, pick up Amanda and drop of prescriptions and then home once again.

So, yeah, we're now maybe 95% done.  It looks better than it ever has before, maybe even better than when we first moved in, but we still have a tiny bit to go.  A few more things need to go to storage, donation truck comes on Tuesday to pick up the last of our donatables (for now anyway) and cross your fingers that our house will be on the market and ready to show early next week.

No more illness, no more unexpected events, smooth sailing from here on out.  Please?!?