Friday: The Ruinous Fever

So this morning, bright and earlier than I prefer, Young Sloan was wailing away.  Once extricated from the crib tent, it was evident that he was a bit too warm, a bit too runny of nose and a bit too congested of cough.  So we sat on the couch all wheezy and mucusy, before I headed out to the grocery at an hour when there was NO ONE else there.  The grocery had just opened, and I was so sleepy and foggy that I could not remember where the orange juice was located and I forgot to pick up more milk.

Back at Sloan Manor, it was evident that there was no way we were going to swim.  We were the lepers of the gym nursery; the very people to whom the all caps lettered sign that says "PLEASE REFRAIN FROM BRINGING SICK CHILDREN TO THE NURSERY" is directed. We moped about on the couch drinking orange juice, and that is really how the day went.

There was some watching of Curious George, some straitening of the house, and some attention to the laundry basket.  At nap-time, I did get in a good four mile run and a shower, but then Young Sloan woke up bright red and even more feverish, coughing up a storm, and unable to breathe through his nose.  So so sad.  I re-tylenoled Mr. I Spent the Whole Day in Footy Pajamas, and we resumed our position on the couch.

At 5:00 PM, I was overcome with the deep deep desire for sushi, and I phoned in an order AND THAT WAS WHEN MY DAY PEAKED.  I drove 5 miles to pick up sushi in white styrofoam boxes.

Supposedly, I am running early tomorrow, but just so you know, the weather looks uber dicey, and there is the possibility that we Sloans are in for a rough night of toddler illness.  So, things might not go my way.