Teething. I'm exhausted. It's been a couple of weeks of sleepless nights, a weekend of diarrhea, gnawing of my shoulder. And today my first call from the school. Never knew it could be so bad. Millie Bug ran a lil fever, but I barely noticed past the first front eight. And I had to acutally hunt down the teething toys. My lil man was puny and inconsolable today. So helpless -- him and me. Call me paranoid, but I took him to the pediatrician to rule out the yucky flu that's going around or strep. Doc officially called it a lil "fever virus." Poor Brother missed his MDO "party" and a Valentine playdate. I so wanted him to have a great day. He's resting soundly ... finally. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe his little toothies will pop out and he can soon enjoy his treats. I want my energetic meddler monkey back!
