Oh the joys....

In case you didn't catch it, that title is dripping with sarcasm.

Yesterday Russ stayed home from church and I didn't go to the family dinner because Jimmy and Dylan were sick. Jimmy mostly had a bad cough that made him tired. (He's better today and went to school.) Dylan has had a cold and cough for a little over a week now. Didn't seem too bad yesterday. Then evening came.

Seemed like as Jimmy started to feel better, Dylan started to feel worse, but still generally his happy self. Wanted to be held and wasn't happy when I set him down to load the dishwasher and start it. Which actually led to another problem. More on that in a second.

I managed to keep him generally happy while Russ and the girls were gone. He was tired but wouldn't really nap long enough to do much. That's not all that unusual for him though. He tends to like the little catnap in the evening.

When Russ got home a little while after the kid's bedtime, I thought it would be a simple thing to get them sent to bed. But no. Curse that danged Daylight Savings! The girls had a really hard time getting to bed. And Dylan was starting to get crankier. Russ had also gone downstairs and asked me what the smell was. I hadn't noticed a smell. I kept telling the girls they needed to stop talking and get in their beds and go to sleep. They were being loud enough, so I thought, that they were keeping Dylan awake. I later discovered that they might not have really had much to do with his restlessness.

I got him to fall asleep long enough to go find out why I could hear Russ in the basement with the wet/dry vac. He was trying to get the clog out of the toilet and said I didn't want to go in the laundry room. By this time, I noticed the bad smell he had mentioned. I looked in the laundry room anyway. Turned out that our drain had a clog so when I ran the dishwasher, it backed up in the laundry room. It was lovely, let me tell you.

I told Russ I would take care of the clog in the morning. Run to Home Depot or something and rent a power auger. By this time Dylan had started to cry again. He tossed and turned all night and cried a good part of it. And a good part of the day today. Russ ended up staying home from work so he could help me with the drain. I think part of it had to do with not much sleep last night. Dylan's currently fairly happy, just in case you were wondering.

We decided we should take him to the doctor just to be safe. Especially after his last illness. And since he really wasn't happy at all. And wasn't really sleeping. During this time, Russ decided he really didn't know what he was doing and called a roto person to come and clear the drain for us.

The roto guy came and got the drain cleared as it was getting close to the time to take Dylan to the doctor. Russ asked him to look at the toilet, too. After getting his auger for the toilet and pulling really hard, he managed to free the blockage. And wouldn't you know it? It was a much mangled spoon. One the kids had put in the toilet a long time ago and Russ saw and for some reason decided to try to flush down rather than fish out. If I knew where my camera is, I would have taken a picture. Russ claims he doesn't remember flushing the spoon down the toilet. I think he's lying. :) But at least it works now.

Dylan fell asleep in the car on the way to the doctor and woke up shortly after getting there. And cried and cried. The receptionist commented on how miserable he is. He usually smiles at her. Not today. He did try to smile at the nurse who weighed him (clothes and a wet diaper on, he weighs 18 pounds, 5 ounces). He was crying hard enough that they couldn't hear his lungs. So left me in the room for a few minutes to try to calm him down. He is very, very tired. Took a bit, but they were able to finally listen. And his lungs sound great. But he has another ear infection. Hopefully the medicine will help quickly. And we'll be sure to keep giving him tylenol. The only times he has almost been happy today is for about the first hour and a half after we have given him tylenol.

I'm ready for a nap.