It was going to be a busy week no matter how we planned it...
I spent a beautiful Colorado day indoors yesterday, but with the windows open, painting the laundry room.
Max helped.
Then he went outside to enjoy the sunny, 65F degree day. The painting is prep work for additional shelving in the laundry/mud room, which will happen on Tuesday.
Today my relatives come over, but the joke's on them... My keg ran dry a week or so ago and I haven't had a chance to refill.
Why are they coming by? Carpeting. The carpet boyz come tomorrow (be home between 8 and 5, gee thanks so much) so we've got to clear the Family room, pull up the carpet in there, and fix a few creaks and groans in the floor I've been meaning to get to.
Thursday night is a charity Casino Night downtown for Kathy and I, and... hey, don't get ahead of ourselves.
Apparently, after enjoying dinner and playing hard all day, Max got run over by a virus! In the space of an hour when I was on the phone last night, Max suddenly got a raging fever.
So, liquids, liquids, up a lot of the night, the usual routine.
And this morning?
Well, it's interesting. I've heard people say it's hard to take care of a sick child. Actually, that's the easy bit. Max is on his best behavior, and just sort of lies on the couch.
Having responsibility for a sick child? Damn... that's brutal every time it happens. Worse for my wife, she's at work and can't be here to help comfort the kiddo. But, he'll pull through. Of course, we'll labor over decisions of when and how much medicine to give him to reduce fever, when the fever is high enough to call the doctor for an emergency visit, and so on.
Oh what fun,
it is to be,
A parent and not a nun!
Anyway, 102.5.... yup, medicine time!
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UPDATE: 3 minutes pass (I'm not kidding)
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Fate is a son of a bitch... with an ironic sense of humor.
No sooner had I hit the save button on this blog entry when I went to give Max his Tylenol... the medicine he loves.
He don't none love it no more! He spit it up, along with a 1/2 gallon of apple juice and water, all over himself, me, the couch, some pillows, and the carpet.
Fine, I admit it. Caring for a kid is somewhat challenging after all.
Geeez... didn't have to get that crazy, but still.
The ironic sense of humor? We're replacing the carpet tomorrow :-)
Posted by BilFish at January 24, 2005 08:26 AM