Blog Killer #23: Sanitary napkins.
So Harrison has been sick for the last three days. Like, For Real sick. Like, rockin' temps of 103+ for nearly 72 hours sick. Like, not eating or sleeping sick. Poor little guy has been miserable. He's had canker sores in his mouth and throat, he's constantly covered in drool, and he keeps smacking Eric like he's pissed about having to look at his face. Well okay, so that part's kind of funny.
I think it might be behind us now though. At this moment, he is currently throwing toys at my computer and yelling "BAH!!!!" but it's a good throwing toys and yelling "BAH!!!!" An excited, lively, almost productive throwing toys and yelling "BAH!!!!" So I'm happy. I hope we get some sleep tonight though, because one more night like last night's and I really might lose my mind. I'll be welcoming hallucinations, because they'll be a nice change of pace from the delusions.
I may or may not have just blacked out for a moment.
Anyway he's crying again and I'm really not excited about the crying. Let's hope he just poked his eye or sat on a thorn or something equally easy to resolve. I don't even know what I'm saying.
P.S. Eric is equally losing it. He's putting Harrison in a pair of Lennon's pink pajama pants, because going upstairs to find his pajamas, that would, you know, actually fit, is just not really an option right now. You weren't supposed to know that. What am i saying??
P.P.S We're back to smiles. And he looks damn cute in those pink pants.