This week has pretty much sucked. Shoo ran a fever from Monday evening until sometime the middle of last night. His only real symptom other than the fever was crankiness. He pretty much wanted to be held and cuddled 24/7 and he’s not light. He also threw up ibuprofen more than once, so he was warm. Very warm. So I had a very warm 35+ pound little person hanging on me for four days, whining. Did I mention that he didn’t sleep much? And when he did, he wanted to be RIGHT.ON.TOP.OF.ME. Yeah, it’s been a lovely week. (I took him to the dr. yesterday, where he tested negative for the flu and for strep, so it’s apparently just a random virus. Fingers crossed that no one else gets it.)
He seems to be better now. The fever is gone and he’s a lot less whiney, but we’ve cancelled our weekend plans so he can finish recovering. I’m feeling a bit stir crazy as my life basically shrunk to the confines of our house for the last week.
I had originally planned a nine mile run this week. I’m not sure if I’ll manage to accomplish that tomorrow. I have 12 total miles left to get in between now and Sunday, which may mean three four mile runs, two six miles, or I may just not hit my goal this week. Oh well, sometimes being a mom has to come first…