spring cleaning: check!

So, I was wrong about fighting the crud with water. Not long after I wrote about not feeling well, I was in the doctor's office with Joe finding out we both had severe bacterial infections and possibly strep. We hadn't eaten before we went in and were both freezing cold and miserably tired. We picked up Emmy from daycare and drove home to wait on Joe's mom to take over so we could rest. We moped around the house most of Thursday until Emmy spiked a fever and we spent a few late night hours trying to keep her temperature down and her head elevated so she could breathe. 

Around 2am, when her fever was up to 102.8, she started acting giddy and was laughing at everything. It actually made me want to cry because I was afraid the fever was making her like that. After the baby tylenol kicked in she was ready to sleep and she just wanted to be in her own bed. A girl after my own heart for sure!

The pediatrician said it was a double ear infection. A bad one at that. It was heart-breaking to hold her while she screamed and cried as the doctor checked her ears. She usually loves her doctor so I knew she was in pain and tired. She took a long nap after her antibiotics but it wasn't until Saturday afternoon that she started looking better. We have an appointment for late March to meet with a specialist about getting the tubes in. I'm dreading seeing the doctors take her away but I am so looking forward to a healthy Emmy! She will be so much happier when we get these ears under control. Since she's had basically a constant ear infection for the past 6 months, it will be interesting to see how she will do after the tubes!

I took advantage of the spring weather and the unexpected time off from work to get our house really, really clean. As in, clean floors, windows, bathrooms, even the mattress pad, duvet covers and pillows. Our house smelled like laundry all weekend and I loved it! We rearranged some furniture to make our room feel more "airy", ditched the dog's crate and moved the cat outside to his "igloo". 

By Saturday night, my back was killing me and I was afraid I had pushed myself too hard, too soon. Then I woke up Sunday morning with this crazy idea that I needed to paint our bathroom. I had wanted to paint it from the moment we first saw the house. There was little I wanted to change but the paint in our master bedroom and bath was too much of an orange tan to accept. It's funny how you get moved in, you get used to it and after a while, you just accept it. Our ceilings are fantastically tall so while we enjoy the loftiness of our room, we will have to pay someone to paint it! 

I digress, here's the before and after shots of our bedroom:

 BEFORE:

AFTER:

a close up of the two colors with one coat: 

I really liked the color when we first put it on. But as we went around the room the color appeared to be getting lighter and lighter. Joe said "It looks like we're having a boy!" and I immediately wanted to go curl in a ball and quit. It did look more baby boy blue than the gray blue I wanted. The color I chose was Behr's French Light Grey. The word "grey" is in the name! I am warming up to it. Except... our bathroom is SO BRIGHT now. Like, you wake up and blink a few times or just close your eyes entirely on the way to the toilet. 

Speaking of which... after we painted the whole thing (ceilings included - when did people start painting ceilings!? PAIN!!) Joe pointed out that we had forgotten the toilet room. If I get around to painting it, I'm going to try a darker blue that I could carry into the bedroom if I ever wake up that motivated again.