Par-TAY (The Pity Kind)

My kid woke up with NO FEVER this morning.

After taking his temperature, I literally danced a jig right there in my kitchen.  Complete with the Cabbage Patch and The Running Man. 

I'm sorry you weren't there to see it. 

I promptly put my boy in the bathtub (he hasn't bathed since LAST THURSDAY!), and then began disinfecting every last part of my house.  I put all our toothbrushes in the dishwasher.  I laundered all of his bedding and stuffed animals in HOT HOT HOT water.  Then I wiped down all of the doorknobs, sink handles, toilets, and stair railing with Clorox wipes.

Then I sat back enjoyed the glow of my radioactively clean house.  Ahhhhh.  "The pox upon my family has been lifted!".

And then I noticed William looked a little green around the gills.  Uh oh.

I checked his temperature again.  101 degrees.

I had to leave the room so that he wouldn't hear me uttering expletives and threatening the unseen virus with harm. 

I had plans this evening.  Plans to attend a board meeting (more on that later).  Plans that involved me hiring a sitter (Dave also had a meeting this evening). 

I cancelled the sitter.  The sitter service charged a cancellation fee.  I cussed again.  Then I called in "sick" to my meeting.  THEN, I resigned myself to YET ANOTHER day home with my sick kid tomorrow.

And then I had myself a good 'ol pity party.

Waaah.  Poor me.