Sick house

I was sure we were going to make it through winter without succumbing to the nasty bug that's been going around—hey, we've made it to March—but no such luck. Thursday evening I came down with what has turned into the worst cold/flu/whatever I've had in years. It got worse each day over the weekend, and by yesterday I had a fever of 102.5. I went to the doctor today and learned I have an ear infection and whatever the crud is that everyone else seems to have lately. Ick.

Greg was a total rock star this weekend, taking care of Sidamo morning until night while I rested. He's back at work now, though, and I'm here alone with my little bundle of energy. Sidamo is starting to cough too, so I'm not sending him to his babysitters' (my friend Jess and Greg's mom) this week. Greg also feels something coming on, so we could be in for a long week.

These have to be some of the most challenging moments of parenthood—having another person (or people) completely reliant on you when all you want to do is curl in a ball and disappear.

In other sicko news, Daisy is undergoing surgery right now to have some lumps removed—one of which looked somewhat suspicious, the other the vet described as downright angry. Please send some healing thoughts her way and hope the bumps are just regular old-lady beauty spots. Here's an old photo to inspire you.