is normalcy.

After he was not very hungry all day, and was clingy, and yawning, and even after David told me at lunch his belly hurt, I deluded myself into thinking David was okay, just a little . . . tired.  As he napped I watched him break out in goosebumps, and listened to him groan.  Holding his hot little body on my lap, I measured a 103* F fever.

Darn, anyway. 

I had plans for tonight, fun things, silly things, but now I just hope for a decent night’s sleep and a healthy family.