Just Another Saturday

I’m sure you don’t really want the play by play of health at our house, but if I don’t laugh about it, then I’ll cry. So this morning William writhing on the floor complaining of a headache—I tell him to quit being dramatic because I did in fact have a headache (self induced but pounding nonetheless). He gets up and I take his temp only to discover that I no longer am in the running for Mother of the Year (Although I was eliminated on January 1, the committee decided to reinstate me on the grounds of mental anguish caused by children’s illnesses). William’s temp was 104—guess his head really did hurt. Fast forward several hours and several room punishments for Caroline and Christopher who were both being worse than horrible. Arguing with each other, me ,Chris and I’m sure the wall got blamed for something. Throw in a couple of full blown temper tantrums from Caroline. The last one as she is shouting at me that she’s cold and I need to do something about it. Throws herself on the couch in tears kicking and screaming and saying, “Daddy needs to hurry up and take us out of here I’m cold.” I have a brief moment of compassion (previously it was all thoughts of how I can kill her and get off with justifiable homicide—going to hire Katherine Kingren for that)and think, “cold; irrational crying fits hmmm..Fever?” And as Sarah Palin says, “you betcha!” 103 for Caroline. Two nights ago I moved William into Caroline’s room so he wouldn’t contaminate Christopher and now I’ll move Christopher in there in the hopes he’s not already contaminated. I’m seriously considering moving myself to a mental hospital—we’ve already reached our medical deductible so it would be covered 100%.

And now that I’ve filled you in I’ll go back to writing my paper on the controversy between Cyril and Nestorius considering the Christology of the Alexandrian and Antiochene schools and the Nicene Creed—should be a short paper as I don’t even understand the questions!

GO CARDS!