This weekend had a bit of suckage… We had to bomb the house for fleas. We’ll have to see if it will actually work. I’ll post a review of the product here, once I’m sure of the results. But it was a major pain in the ass. No one can be in the house, so all of us went to my parents. Including the cat. Oh the joy for my mom – who hates cats. Jay then took all of our clothes and bedding to the laundromat to be washed at the same time. Not to mention the covering of things, and the protection of things etc. Jay and I were terribly exhausted and went to bed early. Not too much of a surprise.
Logan has a strange rash on him.
Really bumpy. It looks suspiciously like Hand/Foot/Mouth which I know is highly contagious – he’s had it before. So I called the doctor and they wouldn’t take him – so they put me on with the nurse to see if he needed to go to urgent care. I went ahead and talked with the nurse, but my thought was this: Why the fuck do I have a pediatrician if you’re not going to see my kid when he’s sick? And contagious? What use are you to my kid in that case? I talked to the nurse, and it turns out that the fever he had last Thursday was this coming on. She said it sounded like I was right, and that since he hadn’t had a fever in 24 hours he was good to go back to the babysitters. So we did. But yes.
Please add “Doctor” to my list of life qualifications.
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