Puke-apalooza

And a raging fever of 102.5/39 trumps any hope of NaBloPoMo daily posting. The wee one came home from daycare complaining that everything hurt: "[her] head, [her] belly, and [her] leg, cause that mean girl, Bettina, pushed [her] down and Marika-neni don't do nothing." I could feel the fever radiating off her poor little body and so we took a tepid bath. It came down for an hour or so, enough to let our guard down, and returned full force with the added bonus of puke. We've been veg-ing in bed ever since. When she isn't bowing before the mighty one, she's laying next to me holding my hand.

Excuse me dear internets, I've a babe who, unlike the past couple weeks, truly needs her mommy.