I'm on sick boy duty. How is it that a small person who thrashes and whimpers all night seems to be a-ok in the morning, and the big person watching over him feels like she got 5 minutes of sleep??
Daimean woke up in the wee hours again. Thankfully this time he avoided the pixie stix. I got up at 5am to let the dogs out, and he was fully dressed and watching tv. I made him go back to bed.
Isaiah is still coughing, and this morning threw a fever into the mix. He sways between feeling fine to suddenly just laying there. Neither state seems to last very long.
Still haven't heard anything from the place I interviewed at on Monday. *sigh*
Wading through the insanity of college applications. Trying to come to terms with going into debt like that. Trying to figure out how I can be in 3 places at one time.