The greatest story of this week is the ongoing saga of the bed.  Last month, we drove out to Nebraska Furniture Mart, which is an hour and a half away, and bought a king-size bed.  As we approach 10 years of marriage, we have decided that we need to accept our bed-hogging ways and just get more room.  We picked out a bed that was more firm than our queen bed because Ben prefers a firmer mattress.  It was still a pillowtop, so I thought it would be okay.  They had the very mattress we wanted in the clearance center because it had a small hole in the top that could easily be repaired.  We patted ourselves on the back for getting a great deal and went home to await delivery.

Five days later, the bed arrived!  They set it up, and we were so excited.  Until that night at about 2:00 a.m.  That's when I woke up with a very sore back.  After tossing and turning for a while, I finally got up and went to sleep in the old bed in the guest room.  This is how I spent most of the next few weeks.  After a few days, we knew we couldn't keep the bed.  We were able to sell it on craigslist, and it was picked up on Thursday, less than four weeks after we got it.  We lost about $250 on the deal, but we felt like we should sleep in the same room.

Yesterday, we got a babysitter and went back out mattress shopping.  We ended up back at Nebraska Furniture Mart because they were having a sale where you could get a king mattress for the price of a queen.  We got a great deal, but it won't be delivered until the 3rd.  Ben leaves Tuesday morning for 5 weeks, so it's only a few days of sleeping in the guest room.  Here's hoping we got the right one this time!

Flu and poo.  That sums up my week.  What am I saying?  This only started Thursday.  It feels so much longer.

I don't know what is up with Tyler's digestive track, but we are not friends right now.  I had several errands in Warrensburg on Thursday, the first of which was Zumba at the church at 9:00.  Tyler slept until 8:40, which should have told me that he wasn't feeling well.  I figured we'd get going and he'd perk up.  He was pretty weepy while playing with the other kids.  I held him while doing Zumba, because I'm awesome, but he still seemed sleepy.  I had him lay on my coat so I could finish the class.  Then the smell hit.  I was hoping it was one of the pregnant ladies passing gas.  But it lingered.  I looked suspiciously at my baby, who had rolled over with his bum in the air.  I carefully peeked, and, oh, the horror!  I whisked him off to bathroom and placed him on the changing table.  (WARNING: Grossness ahead!  Please proceed to the next paragraph if you cannot handle poop stories.)  I put him down and this nasty diarrhea flowed out of the back of his diaper onto the changing table.  I used no less than 600 baby wipes (possibly an exaggeration) to clean the baby, the table, and the lid of the garbage can that I also managed to get poop on.  Thus, ended Zumba.

We went home, but then I had to meet someone back in Warrensburg at 11:00.  So back we went.  Halfway there, the school nurse called to say that Sydney had a fever and needed to come home.  I told her I was in Warrensburg, but would be there as soon as possible.  Then Ben called saying he was headed to Warrensburg for a work errand and wanted to meet for lunch.  I told him Sydney was sick and asked if he would pick her up and meet me on my way back and I would just take her home.  However, Sydney told Ben that she didn't actually feel sick, just cold.  So we all went to lunch anyway.

Later that night, she got a headache, a higher fever, and a sore throat.  I tried to get her into the clinic Friday morning, but they were booked.  I got a referral to the urgent care clinic in town, but they were also booked.  I was worried that she might have strep, so I waited until after hours and took her in that evening.  There was more traffic than expected so I didn't get there until a few minutes after 4:30, with four kids in tow.  There were already about 10 people ahead of us, so we were there until after 7:00.  The nurse did Syd's strep test while doing her vitals, but it was negative.  The doctor decided to test for influenza, which I thought was unnecessary because we were all vaccinated.  Apparently, this particular flu didn't care.  So we were off to Walmart with six prescriptions for Tamiflu.  I cringed at the total for the medication, since I am a spoiled military dependent, but Tricare didn't cover all of it.  But it worked.  Sydney is doing much better today.  I was sick yesterday, but not as bad as it could have been.  Just tired today.  And the others seemed to have dodged the bullet.

Back to Tyler.  Things had been going better in diaper-land, and I thought we had gotten over whatever Thursday was.  Wrong.  Yesterday, Tansy frantically informed me that there was a melted granola bar on the chair and the floor.  We like to Sweet and Salty ones that have the nut butter on the back so that's what it actually looked like.  I wondered if someone had thrown up.  Then I saw Ty looking at me out of the corner of his eye from the living room.  I walked over, lifted up his shirt, and there was the poo.  While he was sitting in his seat, (grossness again!) it had filled his diaper, flowed over the top onto the chair, then dripped down to the floor.  Another 600 baby wipes later (again, a possible exaggeration, but it sure felt that way), baby, furniture, and floor were clean.

Don't get me wrong.  I love being a mom.  But I don't love the flu and poo.

In fact (this is too much information, so feel free to move on) it was so bad yesterday that his bowel movement filled his diap