Crazy night last night: $sprog, whose seemingly innocuous cold spontaneously developed into a very scary stridery/barky cough thing, was taken down to Sick Kids in an ambulance and treated to some epinephrine and steroids. Happily they gave us four hours to sit around in the emergency waiting room after they'd dosed him with adrenaline while they "observed" (read: ignored) him and he bounced off of every available surface. I know, I know, there are medically sound reasons for all this. It's the lack of sleep talking. He was such a trooper though. And cute as hell.
Anyway he was totally fine by the time we rolled home again at 4:30am. Today has been a surreal sleep-deprived haze for me, but I dimly recall my folks in law (bless them, they are so unbelievably awesome) coming over and taking care of the kids.
Today is also my buddy Andrew's birthday, huzzah! Happy birthday, Andrew! He and Keltie are coming over for sushi and Survivor, which is just about my speed right now. That, and early bedtime. Or, if the fact that I slept a lot today has my body clock turned all around, how about a not complicated bedtime. I could go for one of those. One with significantly fewer firefighters and EMTs parading various electronic monitoring gadgets through my living room in the middle of the night.
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