Last night Mariah had a fever of god-knows-what because we lost the thermometer, but she felt pretty warm. Of course, she was up most of the night but not once did it coincide with Gabriel’s waking up. As soon as one kid would fall back asleep, I’d roll over and will myself to pass out. I’d just start slipping off when I’d hear either a wail or a “MOMMY!” depending on the child. I kept pouring Tylenol into her and she’s finally starting to feel a little cooler. How is it a sick child can make you feel more miserable than if you were the sick one? I just pray that Gabriel doesn’t catch it..

I suppose I should close this now, I have a Getting Operational session for my new job. I have a feeling they might not like it if I’m blogging while they’re trying to teach me things!