I hate cold season

Well, it is 12:09 am according to my computer clock and I'm feeling pretty lousy...too lousy to sleep. Thank you, Hannah.

Hannah has been sick for almost two weeks. First just stuffy, sneezy, stuff, then she had a fever over the weekend that lasted almost four days. Just when I was about to cry uncle and take her to the doctor, she recovered. Before anyone thinks I'm cruel waiting so long, I'll tell you this: her pediatrician will not see a child unless they've had the fever for a certain amount of time. Their definition of a fever is anything 101 degrees or higher. So, since for the third and fourth day her temp was only 100 degrees, I knew they wouldn't see her, or at the very least, make me cough up the co-pay only to say "She really isn't running a temperature. Give her some Tylenol cold to help alleviate the symptoms." Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

Now, I don't bother to call unless they're dying.

So, because of the fever, Hannah wet the bed two, maybe three nights in a row. On the second night, I let her crawl into my bed. I can't lift the matress to change the sheets because of my herniated disc. And there was no waking Jeremy He could sleep through an atomic bomb raid.

BIG mistake. She was so congested she snored for about three hours straight. After trying to catch z's for most of that time, I decided I could make a bed on the floor for her in her room. I woke her gently, and walked her down the steps to her room, and made a bed. Then I proceeded to finish out the last hour before the alarm went off with out a snoring preschooler in my bed. Between being run down from lack of sleep, working like a dog on my project, and being contaminated by my child, I think I've caught it. It doesn't feel like my usual allergies, so I'm gonna guess it is a cold.

Well, now that I'm done whining, I suppose it's off to try and rest some before the alarm goes off.