Monday: day 4 of my cold, day 11 of using our refrigerator as a giant cooler. Spent $1700 on a new fridge (which won't be delivered for three weeks, and which necessitates knocking down a wall in the kitchen so the refrigerator will fit!). Returning from fridge-shopping, I got the car stuck in the mud on our road. Dale tried to drive it out, which resulted in me being splattered with mud from the tires spinning, and the car ending up in the ditch. We walked in to the house from the road, carrying Adelaida and all of our things, and left the car in the ditch overnight.
Tuesday: the cold turned into laryngitis and I sifted through the food in the fridge and freezer, throwing a lot of it out. The refrigerator is at least a well-insulated box, so I've been keeping our food cold by putting large blocks of ice in the fridge, right next to the milk (which I am buying one gallon at a time, necessitating frequent grocery-shopping trips for the past two weeks). Dale and I spent some time in the morning pulling the car out of the (now frozen) mud with our newly-working truck.
Wednesday: full-blown laryngitis: my throat hurts and no one can understand me when I talk! I picked Adelaida up from school and learned that she had a rough day -- I walked in and she just wanted to be picked up. Poor baby!
Thursday: day 7 of my cold/laryngitis, and still living out of a room-temperature refrigerator (the freezer has long since been cleaned out -- we aren't even trying to keep the freezer cold). At 5:00, I returned home with a very sleepy baby. I decided to nurse Adelaida and let her take a nap for a few hours. This backfired when, while nursing, Adelaida had a bout of diarrhea that immediately leaked out of the diaper, through her clothes, and onto mine! The ensuing diaper-change process only resulted in a baby whose bottom was cleaner but whose hair was decidedly dirtier, so I stripped her, removed my dirty shirt, and carried a naked baby very quickly from her bedroom to the bathroom. Adelaida was standing beside me as I knelt on the floor of the bathroom to draw her bath when I felt something wet on my knee. I looked down, saw the spreading yellow puddle, and just started laughing.
Friday: can only be better!
Two things have kept me going this week: the certainty that this week will end and another week -- I'm hoping for a gentler, kinder week -- will inevitably follow, and Adelaida's smiling face. Throughout all of these challenges -- being carried in from the road well past her bedtime on Monday, her momma being cranky because she's not feeling well, having a rough day at school on Wednesday, eating room-temperature food all week, being sick on Thursday -- Adelaida has been a happy, affectionate, beautiful little girl who makes us smile and laugh every single day!
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