The Little Man spiked a fever out of the blue last night - no sniffles, no congestion, just fever and fussiness. I should have known something was up when he slept for 2 hours in the morning and nearly 3 hours in the afternoon nap.
I was supposed to meet up with an old friend (she likes to emphasize the *old* as she's 9 years older than me) today, but with the sick baby and her big group of kids (she has 6 and she's pregnant with number 7) I just don't want to risk exposing anyone to anything, especially since I have no idea what he picked up and why he's feverish. I'm hoping my SIL who has been out of town (out of the country actually) will come by and see the kids and give me at least a bit of a break.
Because of the baby not feeling well, neither my husband or I got a lot of sleep last night. And this morning, we over slept and had a few little disagreements. He drank the last little tiny bit of milk last night with his cookies. Which I had been saving for Fuss's cereal this morning. But he didn't tell me he drank the rest of it, so I had poured her cereal before I knew there was no more milk. I was irritated.
Because of that, he decided that today was a bad day to take the car to the mechanic's after all... I just said "whatever you want." I'm sort of over it.