Is it a rule that every blog at some point has to have a post titled, "Insomnia"?
Well, check that box.
Daughter was sick on her birthday--poor little kneidel.
But then by afternoon was Bright and Chipper and Annoying yesterday to older brother who was beginning to get sick.
Son woke up at 4:30 this morning (Vomitting while asleep--ew). I changed his sheets, cleaned him up, gave him an ice pack for his head, and stumbled downstairs to bloghop. After a few hours I went back upstairs and gave son some Tylenol for his fever. He complained about the taste of the medecine and I tasted it and said, "Oh. You're right. That does taste nasty. Advil next time, OK Bub?"
Came downstairs to continue bloghopping. I decided in some early morning trancelike state to read ALL of Megan Frampton's blog. Sometime in May of 2005 I realized that I had tasted the medecine from his spoon. Eh, transmission of viruses? Stupidest. Move. Ever. (OK, maybe not EVER. But certainly in recent history.)
But I enjoyed Megan's blog ever so much.
No reflection on Megan, but I am begining to feel ever so slightly ill.