… she’s sick (again?!) and therefore she doesn’t go to school and therefore you cannot possibly get up in the morning yourself because the Will To Get Up is just. not. there.

… you make your grocery decisions based on what can or cannot be accepted in the lunchboxes

… your understanding of Facebook is that it’s a kind of Webkinz World for Grownups but without the cute stuffed animal lovey.

… you long for the child to return to wellness but are secretly hoping this will stretch out just enough that you can avoid attending an annoying family gathering involving traveling long distances to get snubbed by obnoxious relatives.

… your own clothes are less stylish, in poorer repair, and much less organized that those of your children.

… you are trying to plan a Just-The-Two-of-Us get away for your tenth anniversary but JUST CANNOT picture a WHOLE weekend without the kiddos.

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Ah, yes, spring fever. That seems to be what is ailing Carla this week.  Two weeks ago, it was influenza, but today’s illness doesn’t get the fancy (oooh! scary-sounding!) moniker. This is just a virus.  She’s feeling like crap, though, is the bottom line.  And no wonder.  Her temp was 102 when I last took it, making it WORSE, not better from the day before. She’s had a fever since Sunday.  So that makes this Day 4 of Illness #2.

It doesn’t help her any that she is so difficult to convince to take a children’s chewable motrin. She is suffering needlessly because of her reluctance to taste the medicine.  Attempts to teach her how to take a pill without chewing it first have been unsuccessful.  Flavors we’ve sample so far: grape, cherry, bubble gum, and orange.  Orange is apparently the most successful; after much screaming (Cammy says it sounded like I was twisting her arm or something awful like that) and hysterical reaction, D and I convinced her to eat two orange flavored motrins. This was with much sipping of ice water, AND a soft gummi frog, AND a promised trip to get a new Littlest Pet Shop animal (IF she continues to cooperate and eat her medicine.)

It was so exhausting that D almost immediately passed out, and I then took C down to her room to go to sleep.  She was totally pleasant and calm once the whole ordeal of taking medicine had passed. She laid right down and was ready to sleep. Poor little thing, she is so anxious about taking medicine!

And what about ME? I am still decompressing.  I could blog about a dozen different things; the summer camp I’m planning (it’s going to be REALLY FUN); the supposed impact on the planet of co-habitating with more than just the family unit (yeah, hi Cammy!!!) versus a cup of coffee; my sense of irritation at ABC’s travesty of a debate this evening (we watched a few minutes of it before shutting it off — the girls agreed that Sen. Clinton has nice earrings, but Sen. Obama has “cute ears”.)  Yes, there are a lot of topics I’d love to expand upon, but my patience for writing has just reached its limit. Perhaps I’ll return to this later.