R is sick again. Or still. Homeboy needs to go to the doctor. I'm now the healthiest adult in the house, and that's not saying much.

The divine miss m has been perfect during the day but had the night from hell last night. I was up with her every hour or two. So I'm fried. Good thing I took vacation this week.

She was downright sparkly this morning; the river of snot has dried up, fever's gone--but R took her to the doctor anyway, just to rule anything out. Last night was just unbearable. Poor Screamy Screamerson.

Was it wrong of me to keep my fingers crossed for an ear infection? Ah well, that's exactly what I did, and that's exactly what she has.