The Girls Are Sick... Again

Papa and Michele will be here Friday night, and I'd like everything to be just perfect. Heads up guys, it won't be.  Samantha missed Mother's Day Out today (my 4 hours of focused cleaning/organizing/shopping time) with a fever of 103.  I don't know why.  She has no symptoms to speak of other than fever and severe crankiness.  Here's hoping tomorrow she feels better and is eating again.  Every time she gets a fever, she stops eating, and my stress level goes through the roof. 

Alexa, meanwhile, has been sent into another tailspin of lactose intolerance by her recent bout with the stomach flu.  She's having lots of tummy discomfort and some seriously messy diapers, and I'm now back on the no-dairy, no-soy, no-fun diet. 

Last night, I spent the hours of 11 pm to 1:30 am going back and forth between rooms as the girls woke and fussed.  It was like Whack A Mole.  One goes down, the other pops up.  Then at 4:30 I thought I heard something strange in Ally's room and went to check.  I woke her accidentally, and couldn't get her down again until...  10 minutes before my alarm went off.  Here's hoping for a better night tonight.

This follows on the heels of yesterday's morning of sheer SuperMom fun, in which I managed to take both girls to My Gym and haul Ally around in the Baby Bjorn while swinging Sam overhead and through her various gymnastic skills.  Ally laughed and laughed, and Sam got quite the work out.  Every muscle hurts, but it was SOO worth it.  I'd like to have more of those days, and fewer sick days, please.