It rained here at the beach all day.
This afternoon, Karen and I had our first conversation that lasted longer than 15 minutes since she got here on Monday night while the kids went stir crazy in the background. The baby actually played, a little.
I changed 7 diarrhea diapers in a six hour period last night while the rest of the world was sleeping. (In case you are keeping score, that's three nights in a row of hourly waking.) I strongly dislike antibiotics and overzealous doctors right about now. Dear sweet Karen went to the store in the rain this morning to buy us some diaper rash ointment while I stayed home with the screaming-in-pain baby.
I did get a one hour nap this afternoon while she slept. Then I got a shower. I even conditioned my hair and shaved my legs, even though my husband is miles and miles away. Afterwards, while drying my hair, life seemed possible again-- I don't know whether it was the nap or the shower, or some combination thereof.
It was, incidentally, the first time I have showered since Monday morning. It's hard to bathe when you are holding a child who has draped herself across you like an extra piece of clothing.
We're hoping for a better rest of the week. And now, I am off to help assemble the baked potato bar we are doing for dinner. And there are rumors of warm brownies with ice cream on top made by the girls this evening for dessert. I intend to eat every bite.