It's 3:30am - have I mentioned the sick kids...

Justin has been battling a tremendous cough since he first came down with the plague two weeks ago. Jason has been waking up with his eyes glued shut from congestion. Colton moved through his plague-ness fairly quickly and Miranda has yet to be affected. Strong girl! But the one that takes the cake tonight is Kevin - not because of how bad he is, but because of how irresponsible I am.

As Justin was not improving, but getting worse, I finally, in the spirit of the missionary life, did my own self-diagnosis, called it a sinus infection, and began administering some amoxicillan brought to us from one of the teams this summer. After a couple of days, he is improving wonderfully, so I move on to Jason and hope the antibiotic will cure him as well. He is waking up with less goop, so I am pleased.

Last night, Kevin says, "my throat hurts." Well, I'm having such luck with the amoxicillan, I decide to put him on it too. But around 2:30am there is a knock at my door - it's Kevin. "I think I'm sick because I just threw up and that was the third time tonight."

Since John is away for RUF Staff Training in Dallas (have I mentioned that?), I put Kevin in bed with me. As I lay back down, I remember. Kevin is allergic to amoxicillan. This we discovered when he was an infant because after he took it the first time - just one dose - he vomited all night long. Just like tonight. And what's even worse, we are fully aware and throughout the course of Kevin's life have even made a point to let all of our health professionals know that Kevin is allergic to it. But tonight, I just plain forgot. Aren't I a good mother?

The good news is that God reminded me before I gave him any more. Thank you Lord!

Will this week ever end?

And we haven't even talked about the ants attacking Justin's bed. He's asleep on the couch right now. That take down will be tomorrow - after I get some sleep.