Tiny Boy was home on Monday with a glorified cold with fever.
On Tuesday I took him to school. Went about my business. Picked him up 'early' at 4:15. Ditched the kids at 6:30 for a campus event which, thankfully, was totally awesome.
Yesterday he was still coughing--we cracked out the nebulizer--and I should have figured out something was up when he was INSANELY CRABBY despite the promise of pepperoni pizza for dinner. More nebulizer. Color me less than surprised when he woke me at 2:30 or so because his ears hurt.
In the meantime, of course, he's shared his germs with me, and I have (again) one of those slammedin-the-chest-feels-like-death colds.
I started making mental plans. Cancel office hrs. Cancel class. Send apologetic note to committee chair saying I can't make it. Send note to my cranky colleagues to see if they can cover for me at tonight's event.
Tiny Boy was still awake at 5:00. Despite motrin and a dose of melatonin for good measure. At some point he fell back to sleep but was awake before 7:00. Spent the better portion of the morning crying, including the trip to the pediatrician, where he was diagnosed with a double ear infection.
He's asleep now, going on an hour. I never did fall back to sleep, and it's unlikely to happen. Thankfully, despite being INSANE my colleagues seem to be willing to step up. And everything else has been rescheduled.
As soon as he wakes up we're going to the pharmacy for amoxicillin, because I HAVE to be back at school tomorrow, as we're bringing in a poet who blurbed my new book. And is just an absolute pal. And this is pretty much the biggest deal part of my year. So Tiny Boy, back to Penguin Room you go...
On Tuesday I took him to school. Went about my business. Picked him up 'early' at 4:15. Ditched the kids at 6:30 for a campus event which, thankfully, was totally awesome.
Yesterday he was still coughing--we cracked out the nebulizer--and I should have figured out something was up when he was INSANELY CRABBY despite the promise of pepperoni pizza for dinner. More nebulizer. Color me less than surprised when he woke me at 2:30 or so because his ears hurt.
In the meantime, of course, he's shared his germs with me, and I have (again) one of those slammedin-the-chest-feels-like-death colds.
I started making mental plans. Cancel office hrs. Cancel class. Send apologetic note to committee chair saying I can't make it. Send note to my cranky colleagues to see if they can cover for me at tonight's event.
Tiny Boy was still awake at 5:00. Despite motrin and a dose of melatonin for good measure. At some point he fell back to sleep but was awake before 7:00. Spent the better portion of the morning crying, including the trip to the pediatrician, where he was diagnosed with a double ear infection.
He's asleep now, going on an hour. I never did fall back to sleep, and it's unlikely to happen. Thankfully, despite being INSANE my colleagues seem to be willing to step up. And everything else has been rescheduled.
As soon as he wakes up we're going to the pharmacy for amoxicillin, because I HAVE to be back at school tomorrow, as we're bringing in a poet who blurbed my new book. And is just an absolute pal. And this is pretty much the biggest deal part of my year. So Tiny Boy, back to Penguin Room you go...
oh, no. Sending sympathy ... we've all been completely zapped this week, too. Hope TB feels better soon ... and you, too.
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