As the great world of women bloggers gets all gussied up for Blogher, I spent 2 hours and $15 to unravel the mystery of the boy child's on-again, off-again affair with a high evening fever. Conclusion: must be a tough virus. Dumb ass. (I swear he thought it.)
I mean, why do I even read the guidelines for when to call the doctor? Yes, he did do a chest X-ray and yes, he agreed that the lymph nodes are visibly swollen in his neck. He said if the fever keeps coming back at night, we need to do some blood work. And that he seems fine right now, the very thing I told the nurse when we arrived. He seems fine until he curls up in a little ball with 20 blankets, sleeping and sweating and needing mamalove.
Enter the moaning.
I'll try to keep it to a minimum.
Back to Blogher. (No segue in sight, just directly back to the place my wandering mind takes us. Wee. It's a roller coaster.) Many of the talented bloggers that I love from a distance, like a good stalker should, are headed for Chicago right about now. I am jealous, and a bit relieved. Jealous because, sweet juniper, it sounds like a splendid time, equal parts classroom and cavorting - a few of my favorite things. But y'all sound so fancy with your shiny, newly colored hair and pretty tootsies. I am not a complete troll, but another year to plan my fabulous debut may be in order.
(Bad Mom and I are in 'next year' talks. Beware.)
So for now, I am pouring myself a cup of tea and headed to the park before swimming lessons begin. Or Zack melts into a puddle. I imagine I have but a few good hours left in the day - I think I will take them in the sun, with a book in hand.
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