Did you ever feel like crawling under the kitchen table and rolling up into the fetal position?
Although it feels like I have been repeatedly chewed up and spat out by my children the last few days, I have miraculously survived. And what, you may ask, has been my saving grace? This morning Babs woke up with a Mystery Fever- no symptoms other than a mild temperature that magically causes her to be sweet and still and extremely agreeable. She crawled into bed with us this morning claiming she felt “very ill” and has spent most of the day on the couch nibbling crackers and singing to her ponies. Mystery Fever? I think I love you.
Everyone has been in a weird mood lately around here. Babs had a rough couple of days at preschool with one of her friends (more to come on that topic later). Her cranky-pie mood rubbed off on Zibbit and they have been at each others throats almost constantly, save for brief moments of attempted mutiny where they united forces against me. I’ve been pretty out of it myself. My head is all wrapped up in a writing project that is (gasp!) not intended for my blog, so between trying to simultaneously concentrate on that and keep the girls from murdering each other I’ve been a bit of a ditz. Just ask my empty, burning coffee pot. (Did you know those things only work if you put water in them? Huh.)
Oh, also, it turns out we haven’t renewed our car tabs since OCTOBER. My stint as Beth’s tour guide was briefly interrupted when I got pulled over by the Seattle police. That’s a phone call every husband looks forward to: “Uh, hi honey, I’m just sitting here waiting for the cop to decide whether or not I deserve a ticket…” I totally lucked out though, and got off with a warning. And I only had to show him one of my boobs!
Anyway, things are sort of falling apart at my house, and if it wasn’t for the Mystery Fever and one very nice policeman I would be in a much worse state. I do good with big things, but when tons of tiny stressful things hit me all at once I just kind of lose my mind. Bleh.
I also *heart* the mystery fever… unless it turns into the angry fever at which point my children turn into satan personified…. Those are fun days!
All of my kids are sick right now… urg, soooo fun… they are grumpy, pissy sick though. not so fun.
Here’s to the mystery fever!
xoxo
Georgia
Comment by Georgia — February 7, 2007 @ February 7, 2007 at 3:17 pm
I usually prefer to climb into my bed and curl up in the fetal position, it’s way more comfortable than the kitchen floor and has less food in it. Then I could maybe even sleep and feel better.
Your last post was pretty funny
Comment by carrien — February 8, 2007 @ February 8, 2007 at 9:28 am
Better yet? Seriously? I hate those days. HATE. THOSE. DAYS. But then I’m usually better the next day.
So you’re better right?
Comment by Kristi — February 8, 2007 @ February 8, 2007 at 10:59 am
yep, i’m very familiar with the fetal position myself…
Comment by la vie en rose — February 8, 2007 @ February 8, 2007 at 11:30 am
My baby girl recently had a pseudo-mystery fever also. She had no other symptoms, but it turned out to be a throat infection.
Hope everyone’s doing better!
Comment by NtycnBoricua — February 9, 2007 @ February 9, 2007 at 12:35 pm
Hahahahaha
Comment by Haha — March 5, 2007 @ March 5, 2007 at 11:08 am