Our week started out with Luke waking up Monday morning with a killer rash all across his face, arms, chest, and back. In the 2.5 years that Luke has been in this world, he has never had a rash, ever, except for a mild reaction to peaches as a six month old. We knew this wasn't a food reaction, because it was localized and blistered in some spots. A quick Google search turned up pictures that matched the non-contagious poison ivy or the ultra-contagious hand, foot, and mouth. You know, just what you want for a two year old who touches his baby brother ALL THE TIME.
We hurried off to the doctor, who echoed what Dr. Google showed us. He was pretty sure it was poison ivy, but also felt that the rash could be HFM that hadn't yet showed up in the form of mouth ulcers. He told us to watch it for the next day or two and see if he developed anything in the mouth, though he gave us a prescription for steroids. The next morning, Luke woke up and the rash had flattened out into a classic poison ivy pattern. On Wednesday, my parents came over and said, DUH YOU HAVE POISON IVY ALL OVER OUTSIDE OF YOUR FENCE. They didn't yell it at us, but they may as well have for as awful as we felt. Shane and I don't get poison ivy, although both of our moms get it so bad and so often that all they have to do is be three blocks away from a poison ivy leaf and they're covered.
We abandoned our dirty hippie no weed killing mantra, and Shane sprayed the hell out of everything with three leaves. And Luke, oh Luke. Have you ever been on steroids before? Have you ever been around a two year old before? The two are a deadly combination. We hit the full force of the steroids yesterday when he woke up an emotional, angry wreck. He couldn't get enough to eat, and he couldn't hit me or cry enough times. He refused to nap, and finally passed out in time out after he threw something at Tommy.
I should also mention that Shane had to go into work for five hours, giving me my first test as a mother of two. I'm pretty sure I failed miserably. At many points, both boys were crying. I'd pick Tommy up, only to have Luke wail at me to put him down. I'd pick Luke up, and Tommy would start to cry. I spent most of the time counting to five and saying, Steroids, steroids, steroids. And okay, I may have had a small glass of wine at 4 o'clock because it was either that or run screaming from the house.
Today is Shane's last day off before he returns to work, and it's going to be a good day, regardless of the steroids. Right now, Luke is "helping" him mow the lawn, and then we're going to walk to the library to check out a Thomas the Train DVD, followed by a picnic in the park. Selfishly, I get a night out tonight, and I'm not going to apologize for looking forward to that, because hey, I need a break!
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