Sick of being sick!

So I'm not sick...but Isabella is once again sick...and being such the drama princess she is, it's been exhausting. Here is how it all started.

Hannah and I went to IKEA yesterday to look for a chest of drawers for Isabella's room. Oh my...so Hannah was all excited on the drive and then as soon as we had just finished the living room showroom, she was whining she wanted to go home. I told her too bad, she chose to come, I didn't want to hear about it. And so we continued on our venture through the store where I picked of a chest of drawers, computer desk, glasses, and various necessities. I didn't think I did too bad....I spent less than I thought....so much that I think another trip down there is needed to pick up some more wanted items.

I came home, Dan passed Isabella to me with a, "Oh my goodness, she would cry every time I put her down." She felt a little warm so I gave her some Tylenol, put her to sleep and then went on my way to build the dresser. Before I could even start, Hannah comes to me and tells me she is sick and threw up. I'm thinking oh great! A huge mess....but being the star she is, she made it all in the toilet. I also told her I was so pleased she waited until after wecame home and didn't do it in my car. I gave two high fives, she smiled and was pleased she amazed me, and I wiped the toilet and went on up to started putting the dresser together. I'm nearly done and I hear Madison frantically yelling, "Mom, Hannah's "throwing up!" repeated at a super fast pace where I finally have to shout, "I'm coming gees louise!" And so I go in their bedroom, Hannah's on the bed, vomit spewing out at a super fast rate onto the floor and her bed. Nice! Luckily she had emptied her stomach previously so it was basically all clear and as nasty as that sounds, I was relieved. So off goes the sheets, and then I realize I have to go to the store to get carpet cleaner since we are all out. Then I hear Isabella, and I'm thinking, great! And so off she goes to Dan, I head to the store ALONE and blast the radio (my husband got me this great car with this AWESOME stereo) and sing my songs feeling a little less stressed. I go to the commissary, I'm in there so much I have one of the workers thinking I go in there JUST to see HIM. And so I check out, grab a pizza since there is no way I'm cooking tonight and head home to a crying baby and another who's laying out on the couch playing her DSi.

So it was a long night. Hannah got up a few times during the night, Isabella was beyond tired but refused to go to bed and just crying. Dan was pooped so I suggested he just go to bed since there was no reason for both of us to be awake. So he crashed around 9 and I was up with Bellies until about 2 am. Good times. I did get to call one of my sisters and catch up since I've been like anti-phone lately. And so I got in bed, slept about an hour and then the Bellies woke up. I fed her, got her back to sleep and then Dan took care of her the rest of the time and I slept in until 11:30...that's right...11:30. Dan was so sweet and took the girls out for a little drive (that's what get Bellies to sleep) and I finished up doing Isabella's room. I always get in this turbo cleaning mode when the girls are sick...so my house is looking pretty good, cupboards included. I still have the lounge and our room to organize but I figure I will get that done tonight since we're having another late night. Isabella is still not feeling super, hasn't really napped and she has the nasty gunk coming out of her eyes...fabulous...another viral thing she's battling.

Well she now woke up from her 10 minute sleep (this not so long nap time is KILLING me) so I best be going and try to get her back to sleep. Oh good times....