Ug. If this is the way the kids have felt for the past several days, no wonder they’re crabby, whiney, clingy, and weepy. (Bonus points if you can match the description to the kid!) I could feel the tickle of a virus yesterday but today it came on stronger, right as I was trying to get through the long stretch of the afternoon between naptime and pj time. I feel, quite simply, like crud.

When Dex got home this evening, he was not overjoyed, I could tell, to find no hot dinner awaiting him. Meh. I was too busy napping on the living room floor earlier - with the kids literally crawling and lying on top of me - to care much about eating.

I am afraid my suffering was overshadowed by the girls sober and sad tale of their matching ouches. They had to have their blood drawn, something I have put off far too long. It’s done now. Jules recovered pretty quickly, after wailing and tears, but Mae cried for a long while. All the way home, in fact, to be consoled only by a brownie and a cup of milk. When Dex bent to inspect her poor arm, she shied away and cried out in protest. Poor little one. She was in such a good mood when we went into the lab too.