Have you ever noticed that it’s on the days that you feel the worst that your kids will be at their worst? It’s almost as if they can tell you that you feel like death warmed over, so they’ll push your buttons and see how far they can go before your parenting skills override your desire to curl up in a ball and attempt to sleep away your misery.
Right now I’m counting down the minutes until 12:50pm. At that point I’m going to change Ryan’s diaper, instruct Alyssa to go to the bathroom, give them each a cup of water, and send them off to their rooms for quiet time/nap time. Or as I sometimes jokingly call it, I-don’t-care-what-you-do-so-long-as-you-remain-in-your-bedrooms time. Once they’re settled in, I plan on crashing in my bedroom for an hour or two. I can’t believe that I’m going on my THIRD DAY of battling a fever that won’t get below 100 degrees, even with taking full doses of liquid Tylenol or Dayquil every four hours. Although technically I suppose this is my FOURTH DAY of Precise Misery, because I started feeling feverish on Wednesday afternoon, and I was definitely feeling craptacular on Wednesday evening. I even went to bed early that night, thanks to my friend Jason coming over to take care of the kids until it was their bed time.
Since I don’t seem to be improving, tomorrow I’m going to call up my doctor coat guy and beg him for some kind of liquid relief. I’m assuming I have some kind of infection, since that’s the usual cause for a fever!
So for those of you on the east coast, how are you enjoying the snow?
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
