Seriously. It looks like a malaria ward in here with all the limp children and lining up for temperature-taking and medicine cups and hugs and Kleenex and blankets and another blanket so my toes don’t hang out and get me the remote and stop touching me, Mom he won’t stop touching me and closing the day with one child: no fever; second child: 101; third child: 103.8.
Tomorrow will be Day Three of I Can’t Hear Myself Think with Strawberry Shortcake on the Other Computer and SpongeBob on TV When I’m Trying to Friggin’ Work Over Here. And of course, this is the week I’m supposed to go full-time. Way to need three sick days.