On the Mend

For those of you who don't already know this, it turned out that The Princess had bronchitis.  One doctor visit and three doses of antibiotics, and she was on her way to getting better. 

All in all, she missed five days of school (there was no school on Monday or Tuesday because of Presidents' Day and parent-teacher conferences).  I've felt so bad for her this whole time she's been sick, because she just hasn't been herself.  Sleeping late into the mornings, getting up for short amounts of time to eat and terrorize The Hubbs, and going directly back to bed has pretty much been her schedule for the last week and a half.  Gradually, the coughing has begun to subside, and we've seen glimmers of the little gal we all know and love...but they've been few and far between.

Today, she's nearly 100% back to her normal self, which is to say she is a whirling dervish with endless demands.  When I came in from school at lunch time, she was tearing around the living room in nothing but a Pull-Up, looking like the cat who just swallowed the canary.  The moment I opened the gate into the kitchen, she barged through and plopped herself on her chair by the door, already shoving her feet into her boots.  This girl was ready to go.  The only problem?  As she stood there in her little pink Pull-Up and purple boots, I had to find a way to explain to her that she should probably wear some clothing, seeing as how it's winter and all.  The big disappointment?  The fact that it never even crossed my mind to snap a picture of her wearing her self-engineered outfit.

I'm glad to say that The Hubbs and I are also starting to feel better.  Naturally, we both caught what she had, but it fortunately hasn't turned into bronchitis for either of us.  The beginning of this work week was dismal, with all three of us shuffling through our days without fully being able to comprehend much of anything that was going on around us.  Let me tell you: fifteen-hour days (between work and school) are no fun when you're battling a nasty cold/virus/whatever the heck this thing is.  And we all know how tough it is to take care of a sick kid even when you're well, but add the haze of this bug on top of that, and The Hubbs was put in a pretty tough spot for a while there.

Yesterday, I believe, was the first time The Hubbs and I noticed that all three of us seemed constantly famished.  We were all eating everything in sight and always looking for more.  While this isn't always a good thing when it comes to budgeting for groceries, I take it to be a good sign: we're all on the mend.