The epizooties* have struck our house again. Not me or Neil this time, but our poor little Bean. She has been running a low grade fever and had a drippy nose for the last day and a half or so. As a consequence, she was a real pill yesterday. She wanted to be held. All. Day. I couldn't sit down, because she would start crying. And believe you, me, there was A LOT of crying. She wouldn't lay down, with or without me. So I spent the lion's share of the day walking around with her on my hip. She wraps her legs and arms around me so tight. It would be cute, if it weren't so frustrating.
I'm considering changing her nickname to Monkey. Between the climbing ...everything, and the clinging to me, it is more appropriate these days than Bean.
Anyhoo, we were up four times last night, so I got a total of about three hours of sleep. Please forgive if this is not my most coherent of posts. One saving grace. Last night was my monthly girl's night dinner and while I contemplated bailing to care for my sick child, by the end of the day, there was nothing I needed more than a couple of hours with NO BABY. I think that is the only thing that is saving me right now from going completely boinkity bonkers.
Keep your fingers, toes, legs and eyes crossed that she takes a decent nap.
*An undefined illness characterized by it's capacity to ruin the day of everyone in the house.