Meanwhile, Doug started having some congestion, a cough and general crabbiness. I woke up Thursday with a full-blown illness. Diagnosis today was sinusitis (as it generally is) and antibiotics. I didn't get much sleep last night.
I awoke this morning feeling awful. The tough thing is that moms don't get sick days. Even more, the second part of my brother's wedding is tomorrow. I am very stressed about this.
Weddings are supposed to be happy. I am ecstatic for my brother and his bride. She's a lovely person. They are going to enjoy a long, happy marriage.
Weddings, though, are tricky for kids with sensory issues. Jeremy is aware (I suspect my parents talked with him) that there are going to be a lot of people there. He is also aware that the noise level is going to be high. These two factors together are going to be tough for him.
We tend to avoid noise and crowds. What isn't noisy to is unbearable to him. Lots of people pressing on him is really tough for him to bear. By extension, it's tough for us.
Doug is also tough in these situations. I have started calling him the perpetual motion machine. He is very seldom willing to sit still for long anywhere. Even at home, it's rare for him to sit on my lap, at the table, with a toy. He is constantly walking around, climbing, exploring.
Going out in public basically means one of us has to constantly chase him. No chance for conversation, no chance to sit and enjoy company/food/entertainment. It makes it easy to decide to just stay home most of the time.
We can't skip the wedding, though. We have to go. We've known about it for a couple of months. I am glad to go, but I know I'm going to be exhausted.
The problem is that I'm already exhausted. My body aches, my head is full of fluid. Brian has had it up to here with the kids. I get that because I end up there a lot, too.
I had plans to see my personal trainer tomorrow, early. I've cancelled the plans. I am planning to turn in early. I will be as prepared as I can be. I am only hoping for surviving, not thriving. We are supposed to take some pictures. I am keeping expectations low.
The one wild card is my grandma. My maternal grandmother is my only surviving grandparent. I have blogged about her before. She is not kind, not warm, not fuzzy.
I got a call from my mom and when I returned it, she put me on with my grandma. I then was asked if I would stop by with the kids. Again, I'm not well and Doug's not well. I have three kids. We don't "stop by." It's almost always a three-ring circus. I knew the kids weren't going to be happy enough to see her. I knew I wasn't going to be thin enough for her (that really happens).
So I begged off. I didn't invite her--it's not my wedding. My brother wanted her here and so he can deal with her. I am excited to see her tomorrow, in a big crowd, while chasing after Doug and calming Jeremy down. Glancing blows. That's the best way to encounter my grandma.
If you're so inclined, prayers are appreciated. I'll have a full report tomorrow night.
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