Sick day

Sick day for the baby boy. He was up all night with a high fever and stuffy nose. All night. Awake and crying for about 15 minutes; then half awake and tossing and turning and whining for another 20; then about 30 minutes or 40 of sleep; then do it over, and over, and over. There's nothing like biting your tongue to keep from giving in to an almost overwhelming urge to tell your child to "stop whining!" at 3:40 in the morning. (I didn't; I was patient.)

Then he went sound to sleep around 5 am and slept pretty much through until 9. So, his day was all screwed up. At 9 we came downstairs to take care of the dog and make a little nest on the sofa, from which we watched Wonder Pets over and over and rested. Sucky (usually limited to only upstairs and only at sleeping time) makes an appearance as do Otter and blue blanket. All the sleepy-time things. He's still stuffy, and has a cruddy cough, but the fever stayed away for most of the afternoon, and he was remarkably cooperative on a trip to the grocery store, and so excited to see Grandma and Grandpa and GG for Sunday dinner. Now asleep again, hopefully for the night. I'm soon to follow.

Thanks everyone for being so sweet about my whining. . .I try to keep it out of this space.