I have to tell a quick story while the babe naps. Listen to this load-o-crap, I get called from Jax's daycare Tuesday because he is acting sick (he continued to play it up throughout the night). I kept him home Wednesday and he is totally fine, and running around like a lunatic. I think, no fever, crazy amounts of energy, he's going to daycare Thursday. Thursday, I bring him to daycare, I GET A CALL AGAIN! He's sick.
I go rogue. I walk to his doctor's office, baby in tow, and ask if anyone can see him. I manage to get an appointment. Babe has no fever, but blisters in his throat and tongue. He has hand, foot, mouth - round two (are you effin' kidding me?).
Friday (today), I keep him home. The boy is eating everything - clearly the blisters are not affecting him too badly. He's pulling the cord of my router out of the wall as I work. I lost a project (thank you, dude). He's needy all day, but throwing fits when I hold him. He's just a real joy. So what did I do? I plead momsanity. I turned Panic at the Disco up really loud, picked up the babe, and started dancing like a crazy person. It was the only thing I could think to do to keep my sanity, besides run away and cry.
So I danced.
I danced until my legs hurt.
Side note: I still remember when I was little and my mom went momsane and pulled the car over while my brother and I were fighting and stuck her tongue out and shook her head from side to side - true crazy style. Now, I get it. I get it, mom!
What I listened to while I was writing:
Jax's Dave Matthews Band Rockabye CD.