Case of the Mondays

After a weekend that was equal parts fun, and equal parts draining as Bea was just not herself, At all, in any way---I shouldn't have been surprised that as I pulled into the General Mills parking lot, got out my phone from the trunk to see that I already had a call from Bea's daycare room.

8:28AM on a Monday. Literally did not even make it into the building.
"she has spots on her hands?"
"Hand foot and mouth is going around?"
"Yes, I will come right back and get her."

Back into the car, through rush-hour traffic, to daycare, to the doctor we go.

And it was in this moment that I was reminded of another reason why I should never be excited to see summer slip away---it brings cold, flu and apparently Hand Foot and Mouth season.

And after enduring a solid 90 minutes of crying from Bea, combined with chucking of every single thing I offered her to eat or drink (including ice cream!), I seriously questioned if I would ever survive adding a 3rd child to this mix.

Bea then took a 2.5 hour nap, allowing me to feed myself at 1:45PM(which hadn't yet happened, unless you count an apple), check email and stare at a wall. Then she woke up and screamed for another 45 minutes until I put up my white flag and texted Sina who said--load her up, let's go to the park (a bonus to having a friend whose kid also has Hand Foot and mouth).

Life looked a little sunnier again. Until we picked Tillie up from school and she says her tongue hurts, and wait a second...is that?....yes, yes it is. Tillie also has Hand Foot and Mouth.

And thus concludes my Monday. Well, that and a big bowl of the ice cream that Bea refused.