I need to get my act together again. I'm gaining weight, falling back into disorganization and not writing again. It's funny how when one area of discipline falls apart, the rest follows in short order. I don't think it's about to get any better in the next few days. Evelyn has a sore throat, complete with oogey red tonsils. It doesn't look like strep, though.
One thing I have to wonder about sick babies - why is having an illness akin to feeding them rocket fuel? They wake every 30 minutes at night, won't nap during the day, yet somehow are cheerful and can run circles around their parents despite having a relatively high fever. I'm exhausted and, though she has the runs from all the mucous and won't stop rubbing her eyes, every time I try to put her to sleep, she starts playing with my breast, eating my arm or trying to climb out of her crib. How is she not at least crabby as hell? Not that I'm complaining. Ugh. I'm jittery from all the coffee, but think I need more caffeine to stay awake.
