Okay, so THE DAY I finally get my act together to start my blog, my poor kid is sent home from school with a bad case of the cooties. High temp, terrible headache, the light hurt his eyes...I immediately start asking if his neck is stiff, does it hurt to look down (classic meningitis symptoms! although since he's never had a steroid injection for back pain, he's probably not at high risk for meningitis)... By the time his temp hits 104 I get a little freaked and consider an ice bath. DISCLAIMER: You should know that my motto is "Panic early and often." Turns out he has strep. I found this out after spending my oh-so-not-romantic 13th wedding anniversary dragging two kids to CVS Minute Clinic (who turned us away), an urgent care clinic and then Walgreens (where an ambulance was called for the lady throwing up and having a seizure - turns out, she was just pregnant - I'm guessing first time pregnancy). Way. Too. Much. Drama.
No school today for the cootie carrier. So I am presently typing this while helping my 7-year old spell miscellaneous names of Lego sets as he writes out his Christmas list. Uh huh. His Christmas list. It's all Trick-or-Treat/Merry Christmas around here! It's very distracting to type my blog while spelling out words that are purposefully misspelled - Reapa, Voltix, Rotor, Xplode, Furno. The list goes on. And, since it's a free for all in his little head, it would be more accurate to say the list goes on and on and on and on!
I'm going to need more coffee. I feel like my head may Xplode.
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