Winter and allergy season suck. At least with three kids they do. It seems that I can’t have one day without at least two snotty noses at my house (not including my own).
My son has been a mess for the better part of a week, and a lesser child would have driven me insane. He’s tough as hell. He was diagnosed with a double whipass ear infection on Thursday, and then Saturday night, despite being on antibiotics and other stuff, he had a bad fever. It was 102 and change.
But that wasn’t bad at all.
While on the phone with the after hours nurse, it spiked to 104.9 degrees. Even dumbasses know that 104 plus fever is bad. Very bad.
saturday night sucked donkey balls. He was up for around 4 hours and screaming bloody ass murder. GBD finally took him down and laid up in the lazyboy and went to sleep.
I went to the races, came home, and we lather rinse and repeated last night basically. (for what it’s worth, I only had five beers between 9am and 5pm at the races).
Felt like I was hit by a train when I woke up, wife talked me into sleeping another hour, etc.
I came home at about 2:30pm thanks to 1doh being sick.
Anywhoo, I took up the boy around 5pm, and somewhere around 7:15pm, I got my son back.
What do I mean?
He started smiling. A lot. At everyone. And it never stopped.
Got the girls to bed, played with pk for two hours straight. It was awesome. I almost forgot what his laugh sounded like, and I took full advantage. I tickled that boy and tossed him over my head until he was 100 percent ready for bed.
I am happy.
Dude. That must have been scary. As. Hell. At 18 months, Bubba’s temp spiked to 103 and change for two days. Motrin would get him down to about 102. I kept him eyeball deep in Popsicles and shorts - in February. I hate fevers.
Glad he’s better.