It has been 3 weeks since I flipped my calendar and said good riddance to you. As Februaries go, I must say you were truly craptastic. Perhaps that is not a proper word, but it is the only word that can describe the rottenness you brought to 2010.
You started off with a bang by sending the boys and myself a stomach virus–mild as stomach viruses go. Little did I know, this was only a glimpse of what lay ahead for the month. Meanwhile, the husband was stricken with an abscess in such a sensitive place that he could barely move or function, leading to weeks of antibiotic treatments (much to the displeasure of his digestive system) and a procedure for removing said abscess. Consequently, my Nurse Mom title expanded to include a Nurse Wife title and some crash training on the treatment (and packing) of abscesses. Unpleasant, yes, however I dove in and got the job done because that is just what I needed to do.
Throughout this abscess ordeal, I became, for all practical purposes, a single mom doing most of the Mom, Dad and Nurse Wife duties on my own. For some reason, February, you also brought with you a new kind of fun in the form of bed wetting from the usually night trained boy and pull up leakings from the non night trained boy. Thus, many precious nights of sleep were interrupted. All of this then added up into one exhausted Mama.
To make things even more wonderful, at some point during your last week, Liam found a little germ that helped March come in with fresh explosion of stomach virus (far worse than the one we began the month with). This virus knocked out Gavin next, followed by Lidia (who, incidently came to my bed at 12:45am on a Monday morning, leading me to her room to see a kind of mess I hope to never witness again in my life time), then Adam, then myself-thankfully, none of us simultaneously. March, in feeling sorry for us, helped us get healthy after that first week with a nice bout of beautiful weather. We are finally all better, abscess and all, and are hoping the fresh air keeps us healthy for Spring.
In the mean time, I am seriously considering ripping you, February, out of my 2011 calendar.
One Exhausted Mother