sick

princess self-portrait.  only her and dave aren't feeling miserable.

the beast had a temp of 101.5 last night and fought us like a tiger when we tried to give him advil.

cy has been feeling cruddy for a few days and when he woke up this morning he had a temp of 102.0.

i went to bed all achy last night, and woke up even achyier (is that even a word?)

i have so much i want to blog about, the rest of cy's birthday, his parent teacher conference, our menu for october (i haven't forgotten tess), my a2z, my top ten can't live withouts, why i blog, greer, the list goes on and on. 

but every time i sit down to write all i can think about is how much my head hurts, where the nearest tissue box is, how tired i am, how much my throat hurts, etc, etc. 

i think i'm going to go and take some nyquil, crawl under the covers, and pass out.

night ya'll

amy, out.