I know the only people reading a blog on a Friday night are goobers who don't have plans beyond a few glasses of wine and a family movie on Netflix.
JUST LIKE ME!!
This is your tribe, people.
So, yes, I am feeling very relieved. We talked to the pulminologist today and saw the pediatrician. And it appears that, indeed, last night's hellish bad numbers were the trough. And Bridget is getting better. After she and I both took a long nap this afternoon, her numbers are *stellar*. Either the prednisone kicked in or she coughed up that big loogie of a lung bugger that was blocking her airways.
IMAGES OF BEAUTY AND JOY!!
And now that the crisis is over, my family is annoying the freaking hell out of me. I have been so freakingly freaking effed the freak stressed this week. I've had little sleep and accomplished less work in a time of the school year when I need productivity and smart thoughts to be shooting out of every orifice.
Of course, I had to focus on the Squirrel. I wanted to be there for her. But we're out of the woods. And I want them all to STOP YELLING and BE QUIET and CLEAN UP and Let me have a moment to myself. DO THEY HAVE TO EAT EVERY DAY!?!?!
5 minutes. Just let me have some peace and quiet and healing for FIVE FREAKING MINUTES.
And now you see why, after being Super Mom for the last 5 days, I will never, ever, ever, ever win Mother Of The Year.