Just when I was all set for mini#1 to return to school today he woke us up minutes after we went to bed last night. I'm talking 12:45 (late!) since we watched the NCAA final. My meds didn't quite kick in as I had hoped! He was crying, congested and had a fever of 102.8. His breathing had us scared for a few minutes and I almost thought we were headed to the emergency room. Mr. Pink even put clothes on just in case. I gave him Children's Motrin and propped him up (to breathe!) in our bed to sleep a while. However, once all was calm again he wanted to talk....and talk....and talk. It was so sweet after the frantic minutes before. I enjoyed his stories and I even put a cold, wet washcloth on his forehead like you see in the movies. Ha! Eventually he headed back to his room, but came back to ours 2 hrs later in sweaty pj's. His fever had broken so I had to help him get into new pj's. Needless to say, it was a restless night, but one I wouldn't trade for the world. This is what you sign up for when you decide to become a parent. It's scary. Sometimes I think how did I gain the wisdom to make these decisions? How do I know if I'm making the right decisions? When did I become old enough to make these decisions? You go on and on in your head. Thankfully, all was calm today. I took him to the doctor. No flu. No Strep. No pneumonia. No fever since early afternoon. Just a virus. He should be back at school tomorrow if this night goes ok. AND, mini#2 was well- behaved at the doctor. Tuesdays are much better than Mondays!
The Bachelor was ok. Sorry not to post today on Mr. Brit's adventures in dating American "women". I will say I so picked the 2 women that left the show last night. Once again it was a singer, Ashlee, and a drinker, Kelly. Please let this be all of the singers. I can't take another painful display of non-talent.
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