Cheese with my Whine
Peach - definitely sick. Running 101.5 temp (and it's the kind where I am SOOOO glad there is an RN in the family to take that one). Whiny, clingy, wants Mama. It's nice to be wanted, but it was super sad to see Matthew hurt that she didn't want to go to him (in fact, screamed and twisted to get back to me).
Thankfully, she's sleeping now.
Me? Feeling like I'm getting sick - incredibly exhausted and run-down feeling. And have way, way too much to do, but I am going to be good and crawl back into bed. The last thing I need is to push myself too hard. I'm trying to work extra hours to make up for the unexpected trip to Finland, but after sitting down to write a memo, apparently it won't be today.
I think it's because Peach has been spending time in the "Wobblers" room at daycare - a whole new batch of kids with viruses. I just hope this round of illness doesn't last as long as the last one did.
Barely keeping my eyes open - and at quarter of 10 in the morning on a Sunday. Man, that is SAD.
Oh, the cheese bit? Yesterday I had an incredible bite-you-back-sharp cheddar that's made in Seattle. It was awesome!
I hope she's feeling better soon!
Posted by: grass | August 10, 2008 at 13:29
Yikes! I hope she feels better ASAP! And you, to! I hate that every single thing my kid gets he oh-so-kindly donates to me! It's one of those little gifts of parenting, right?
Posted by: Tranny Head | August 11, 2008 at 18:56