It’s a good thing that I color my hair blonde, because otherwise I would be totally gray by tonight.
Adam’s been sick all of his life week. He’s run a temp of 101 every night this week. He’s taken Omnicef every morning and evening.
This morning. No fever. At the doctor’s office. No fever. At home tonight? Refused any food for dinner. Fever of 101.1.
I could just scream. I’m at my wits end. I told our pediatrician today that I feel like I show up every two weeks and hold Adam out to him, shrugging my shoulders. I’m bewildered.
So if the fever doesn’t kill him, his own behavior will.
I looked up from Facebook my very important work, and saw that he was sitting on the floor, quietly, playing.
With SCISSORS that he apparently got for himself out of the desk drawer.
So today when the pediatrician was making goofy faces at Adam and saying, “You’re so cute! I could just take you home. I could! I really could!”
I should have said, “GREAT! See you in a week. Let me know when you have him fixed up” and walked right out the door.