Okay, so the nebulized Ventolin is a little, um, trippy. It's even wearing off now, but I feel like my hands are looser at the ends of my arms, ya know? It's not that I have more energy, it's that everything is looser. Yeah, well, whatever, we're hoping the wheezing will pass soon so I won't have to use this stuff (although hey, my bathtub looks great since I scrubbed it at midnight).
Anyway... Yoav will be landing in just under 7 hours - yippee!! We made it! Mostly, anyway. Darn it, two days ago every single dish in the house was washed... How'd we use so many dishes in two days?
I did go back to work, and the girl did get back to the metapelet today. I was fine, just a bunch of socially unacceptable coughing (that'll teach them not to give me a private office!). And the girl was fine, just hardly drank her milk nor ate her food. The latter was carrots and oat cereal. I'm concerned that all these days of having super-sweet medicines and whatever fruity baby food I could coax down her throat has impaired her drive for vegetables. The doc mentioned that she's eating less cause her tummy is full of the mucus she's swallowing. Lovely, but no doubt a realistic assesment.
I continued to benefit from both the soup and the milk of human kindness, as the L's provided me with more chicken soup (which I scarfed down a liter of - you see, this is the problem with using containers you know the size of!), and the F's (as in the A and M F's, in case the parental F's of Houston are reading) not only donated a bag of milk so Yoav can have his coffee tomorrow morning (would you believe he's teaching tomorrow?), but also stayed with the sleeping baby while I ran down to the car to empty the trunk. As I explained to them, even if I'm gone 6.3 seconds, those could be the 6.3 seconds she wakes up, learns to climb out of her crib, learns to walk, and sticks a metal rod into a socket. It could happen! Thanks to all!
Okay, gotta go to sleep. So excited!!!