Tuesday, September 16, 2008
What can I say? Sometimes you just got it... a fever that is. It happens to the best of us - even moms. Keegan was sick on Thursday, with fevers climbing to over 103 degrees. Followed by Lochlan on Saturday night through Sunday with a fever ranging to the 101's. Followed by their dear, exhausted mother, with a fever ranging in the one-oh-twos. Now, when I worked out of the house I remember that if I was going to get sick, it would inevitably come Friday night and I would be ill all weekend and get better just in time to go to work on Monday. But now that I stay home with the kiddos, it seems to work the other way. Rather than getting sick on the weekends, when my husband is home to help, I get sick on Monday when he is busy with client meetings, catching up on work and earning the paycheck we use to survive.
So, you may ask how Monday went with me having a fever. Uhm, I think it was probably similar to Lord of the Flies or something. Maybe that is too brutal, but it was definitely a return to basic needs and survival. Pretty much I dragged my body around and laid down by the boys while my toddler and baby played. Now, normally I say having a mobile 8 month old is HARD. But in this case, it did help since he pretty much entertained himself and used me as a jungle gym. Also, is it just coincidence that I leave him to fend for himself (under adult supervision) for a day - and now he can STAND on his own??? So, a little independence definitely leads to an evolution of milestones on Lochlan's part! Haha! Well, the boys better not get too used to it, because this mama is on the mend, with a low grade fever (99's) and I expect by tomorrow we'll be wheeling around the neighborhood to make up for being cooped up in the house.