How about a little depression to go with my guilt, please?

My nine year old, Tori, has been feeling under the weather for the past few days.  Stuffy nose, cough, all that crap.  And you know that snot sound, when kids breathe in (or try to) through the nose, and it sounds like “SSNNNGGGKK”?  Well, I heard that sound so often that I was starting to get nauseous.  It’s totally gross.  Tori never had a fever though, and I think she’s started to feel better over the last couple of days.  Fingers crossed. 

Yesterday, Ashlyn and Loryn had fevers, and I’m pretty sure Loryn is still fighting one.  No way to be sure, of course, since you can’t get near her with a thermometer.  And she refuses to take any medicine.  Probably better, anyhow.  I don’t know how well OTC meds (or any meds, really) work.  I just want so badly to take away any pain or discomfort.  Oh yeah…and she’s constipated again, too.  (Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln…how did you enjoy the play?)

I did get Ashlyn to take some (generic) Children’s pain reliever yesterday, and for the record I think she is feeling better.  Again…fingers crossed. 

To top all that, this morning, at 10am, Shelby is going to have six teeth extracted.  These are six “baby teeth” that need to be pulled so that the orthodontist can put her bottom braces on.  And with two sick little girls, I can’t take Shel to her appointment, and I have major Mama guilt over that. 

Good news is that the ex (Shelby’s bio-Dad) is stepping up.  I’ll give her breakfast:  Chamomile tea, toast with raspberry jam, and 2 Valium.  Mike will take her to her appointment, stay with her during the procedure and then bring her home.  I’m hoping she can get through the procedure with little (or NO) pain, and that she won’t need an IV. 

 *UPDATE*  Shelby and Mike just left.  My stomach is all jumpy.  I imagine hers is as well.  Hey…maybe I should have a little of that tea.  Do you think it’ll mix well with bourbon?

 It’s rainy today, gray and miserable.  I’m trying to get a sub to work for me at the library tonight, so that I can stay home with my sick/recovering babes, and so far the chick I’ve called hasn’t returned my call.  Maybe I should try someone else.  My head is pounding and I can feel the tension in my neck…a sure sign that I’ll end up absolutely worthless tonight, and will probably need a muscle relaxer to knock me out at bedtime. 

Anyone else ever get bogged down in this Mama Guilt crap?  Any suggestions as to what might help? 

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