The Day Is Still Young

Todd, who has been hulled up in our bedroom with no human contact and very little interaction since last Thursday was finally let out for a few hours yesterday. His fever seemed to have broken and he was feeling better, weak but still better. So, after the kids were in bed, I let him sit in an actual chair for the first time in over a week. He was so excited to watch TV and pet the dog. I was still wary, so there was still a general fog of disinfecting behind him, but it was a step in the right direction.

I, who have been sole care-giver for over a week, was more than ready to have (potentially) my husband back again. So, we tentatively went to bed with the hopes of possibly having a bright and 'together' Saturday. Well, Cooper woke up with gas at 11:00. Em started cutting a tooth and was up at 12:00, so by the time Todd showed up next to my bed (I moved in with Cooper into the spare room when Todd got sick) at 1:30, I was more than annoyed. The annoyance, however, only lasted for a short while until Todd explained that he had hives.

HIVES?! The poor guy has been sick and in bed for a week and a half, and now, just as he's starting to get better, he gets hives? Well, we don't have anti-histamines in the house because we aren't an allergy-sticken family. My first thought was to get clothes on to run to the grocery store... except they are closed from 7pm until 9am. Yes, nine in the morning. So, my poor husband had to suffer until the neighbors woke up this morning and were able to provide some meds. He only had a topical cream, herbal remedies and baking soda for hours. By 7 this morning, he was ready to jump out of his skin from wanting to itch. The funny part came when, after looking up some remedies online, he came across a prescription of chlorine. That led to the kids and I packing up the stoller and walking down to the freezing pool with Todd. He jumped in without hesitation and stayed in until the shivers were too much (but at least the frigid water numbed the need to itch!). Em, after being told she was not allowed to swim in her pajamas, decided to be the first runner in the inaugural around-the-pool-in-support-of-Daddy-not-itching marathon. Cooper, who could have cared less about running, was perfectly intent to help Daddy by being of as little nuisance as possible. I, of course, couldn't help but find the humor in the whole pitiful picture of my family, ran and got the camera!
Da-dunna-dahh-dahh...Da-dunna-da-dahh...
Daddy, me AND this foot are cheering you on, you can do it!
I don't know which is worse: the freezing cold or the itching, but both are driving me nuts! When I teased Todd that I should start calling him "Job," he reminded me that the knock hasn't come yet to say all the sheep are dead and there were no boils to be found... but the day was still young!!!