Truman kicked off this virus round with 4 nights of the worst sleep I have ever gotten. I think on the last night, we just gave up and let me scream his head off for a couple of hours. This is not normally our style, but we were both deliriously tired. I was cursing everything in mind and sight a couple of those nights.
Amelia was, as usual, our good sleeper despite her fever. She got the least amount of Motrin and did the least amount of complaining. I guess that just goes to show you that men are wimps when it comes to illness. Then again, I didn't need my daughter as evidence to confirm that men are the weaker sex. Sorry, guys, you have your strengths, but toughing it out is not one of them.
I am now cringing at the thought of sending Jameson to the virus cesspool that is daycare tomorrow. He doesn't go every day, but I know every day that he goes is another day he is likely to pick something up from some other snot-nosed 3 year old. Well, wish us luck that the rest of the cold and flu season is, at least, tolerable.