That pretty much sums up how I feel.
Molly bug is doing great. I think they accidentally put crack in her meds because little one has been fired up! She's a total monkey. Has already figured out that moving chairs around gives her access to table tops and counter tops. We're so screwed! Not to mention the fact that she is already playing us against each other. Whenever I make her do something she doesn't want to do (like go to bed) it's "Dah-dee!" Then if N tries she's reaching and begging for me. The little stinker. At least she's feeling better. It doesn't help that all I want to do is put my head down when she can't stay still for two seconds, but I'd rather her feel better than not so I'll deal. She does still look like she went ten rounds in the ring, but that's more from the meds than anything else. They gave us a salve to put in our eyes for the pink eye rather than drops. Which is great news for me since I SUCK at putting eye drops in. When Molly scratched my eye I had the worst time getting those darn drops in. At least with the ointment I can make sure most of it gets in. It's sad when your one and a half year old can take her meds with less fan fare than you.
Molly's not so much a fan of the antibiotics they have her on for her ear ache or the cough syrup for her congestion, but we're getting *most* of them down. Still, she's been a trooper with everything she's had to deal with and it looks like her fever is gone so that's some good news.
As for me, I am feeling a bit better than I did this morning. N was kind enough to be on Molly duty last night when she kept waking up every 45 minutes or so until midnight. I think I was in bed by 9:30. N came to bed just after midnight when he put Molly down... again. Luckily she slept until about 6 when she woke up again very upset. It took me about a half an hour to get her back down. She just wanted to be held. A clear sign she's not feeling well. However, this time she did not want to be rocked in her chair so we did laps around the house. Little one is not so little anymore so my arms were killing me, but she finally did fall back to sleep and slept in until 9:30. Even though I was in bed for the better part of 12 hours I woke up every 45 minutes or so. I've been feeling achy all over and my joints hurt which made finding a comfortable position to sleep in next to impossible. I was pretty much a zombie this morning and for the better part of the day. N was able to get home early so I laid down for about an hour (after some drugs) and felt better this evening. Still, nowhere near 100%, but I'm hoping I'm on the road to recovery.
*fingers crossed* Here's to hoping Molly (and I) get a good night's sleep tonight.
Of course as I type that I can hear her starting to make noise.