It would have been brilliant. Ok, stellar. Ok, entertaining. But Evan is shooting toward a 104, which has sent The Husband into quite a panic. Guess where he’s been for all the other illnesses. Any ways, I’m playing doctor mom, though The Husband is questioning my credentials after I allowed Evan to sleep in his “hot” bath water. But I assured The Husband that bath water at 99 was cool to someone running a body temperature closer to a werewolf than a little boy, who reminded me to call his teacher to tell her he was sick. Then I also assured him that I was watching Evan closely, but that the poor guy was finally comfortable and exhausted.
With that said, I want to tell all my readers how honored I am that you still come around even though my writing has been a little sporadic. Yesterday was the first day I didn’t feel sick. Today is the same. Let’s not jinks it until we’re a week out. But to those who are making comments, you rock my world, even if I haven’t been replying as usual. I assure you I’m reading you all, except I’m on my phone, so I’m not commenting on any one’s blog. I’m so lucky to have such great readers and to read so many great blogs.
Stay tuned because . . . Sean knows he’s in trouble the minute he does something . . . Evan knows the power of his own looks and intelligence . . . I’m opening the floor to discussing parenting other parents’ bratty kids . . . . And how The Husband went insane during the pregnancy with Evan. Fun times.