This morning, I was so excited. We got a phone call around 5am that there was a snow day, so we had a lazy morning full of snuggles and sleeping in. We cleared the driveway of 12″+ of snow, and while we watched a movie, I worked on my drawing. It was going so well, I was going to not only have it done really early today, but also get the blog post written and scheduled to publish tonight while I was out with some friends, and it was going to be a fantastic day!
Well…you know what they say about plans.
After the movie was done, our youngest (who was home on Tuesday) moved from snuggling up against me, looked at me, and his eyes rolled. I put my hand on his cheek, and it was HOT. I grabbed the thermometer, and boom. 103.3. I grab my phone, ask the hubby to give him Tylenol, and call the doctor’s. It was a flurry of activity, scrambling to get our littlest dude out the door (who didn’t want to leave the comfy couch), get me dressed and presentable, and get on the road after a snow storm to the other doctor’s office half an hour away as our local one wasn’t open due to power outtages.
But we made it. It’s looking like our little has a virus, but we’re waiting on the 24 hour strep test (regular strep test was negative and he tested negative for the flu as well). He’s sleeping next to me on the couch right now, and I rescheduled tonight’s plans because all he wanted was his mama and to watch movies.
And that was more than okay with me.
Thankfully today’s drawing ended up being much easier, smoother, and quicker than I had anticipated because she somehow got finished: