Yep. That's about how the day went. The house is trashed, the boy has finally crashed, and I sit here finishing some work and eating chicken strips and fighting the urge to go to bed before the Bachelorette (Men Tell All) is over. Which would be sinful.
You might say A "had a case of the Mondays". Or you might say "OMG IS THIS TEETHING EVER GOING TO QUIT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD, JUST LEAVE MY KID ALONE FOR A WEEK OR SO, TEETH!" If the fussiness, the nap resistance, and the miserable little mug of my clingy little man weren't enough, this afternoon he spiked a 102 degree fever. Cue newbie mommy panic. I've never seen him have a high fever and I immediately burst into tears. Because I totally rock under pressure, clearly. Then I got it together, called his pediatrician, and called my mommy for some reassurance that his brain wasn't frying or anything. The doctor called back and (no big surprise) wants to see him tomorrow to make sure it's just the teeth. Which I'm sure it is, but since she's the one with the fancy med school degree, she wins. And so, it will go like this. I'll pay our $35 copay, we'll wait for the doctor, A will poop his pants as he's known to do at the pediatrician's office, I'll weigh myself on the scale because I enjoy making myself cry, the doctor will come in and deem A healthy as a (teething) horse, and 48 hours later one of us will come down with symptoms of some bug we caught from all the sniffling little boogerfaces at the pediatrician's office.
On a much more positive note, a few minutes ago the dog started growling and I heard a strange tapping noise on the window. So, naturally, I checked to make sure the alarm was on and grabbed the phone. Then I realize....it's RAIN tapping on my window! RAIN! In Austin! City of NoRainAndHotHotness! I'm fighting the urge to go run circles of joy around the backyard, because I like my neighbors thinking I'm sane.