I waved byebye to my sanity about an hour ago. I started writing a brief update at 8am on the fact that it’s Joe’s turn to be sick and that Dan decided that he needed in on some o THAT action. It turned into a snarling bitchy rant about 2 hours ago, so I obliterated it.

Joe is well enough to be obnoxious. Well enough that were Mom in charge he would’ve been sent to school. She doesn’t quite comprehend the “fever-free for 24 hours” rule. It absolutely floored her to find out that his temperature was actually *higher* when he was playing happily than it was when he was curled up in the recliner

Dan….oh my sweet Dan. Dan has postnasal drip and it’s making him (and therefore me) miserable. Every exhale is a whining moan, every inhale is a sniff. His throat is sore, so he’s spitting in the trashcan. He has a loose tooth, so there’s a plethora of spit.

My overstimulation meter pegged about 30 minutes ago. I haven’t been able to read, write, or do any homework.

And now I’m being paged again, so I’ll have to catch up with y’all later.