Danny took the babies to the Urgent Care Clinic. It's probably not super-urgent, but the base never, and I mean NEVER, has available appointments with the Pediatrician.
Tater started a fever Friday afternoon. It was only 103.5° F. By the next evening Squdge had a fever of 104.5° F. With two babies with crazy fevers, we drained our stash of children's Tylenol and are on our last of the Motrin.
So Danny took the babies because I feel like a day-old puke. I've been dizzy for a few days. I suspect it's the congestion that I've had for about a month now.
Tater has a rattle in his chest to accompany his fever of brain-singeing degrees.
It appears that Squdge has ruptured an eardrum. I don't know for sure. It just looks all drained out and bloody and crusted over.
Danny has been awesome getting up with them while I snooze right through the night (not counting multiple bathroom visits, of course). But since Danny was taking them to the clinic, and not me, and since he is more sleep-deprived than normal, I was concerned he might, um, mix them up. So I marked them. There's a T on Tater's hand and an S on Squdge's hand. Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.
We got the washer repaired today. again. It's been possessed. It likes to fill up on its own-- and even occasionally leak on the floor.
When the man came out two weeks ago to assess it, he told me he'd have to order some parts and return at a later date to fix it. When sheduling the return visit he said, "Do you mind if we return on a Saturday? That way you won't have the day-care kids. Right?" HAHAHAHA.
I forgot how much three year olds talk. I swear my Hammy, who's not so much a Gremlin anymore, has diarrhea of the mouth. He needs a muzzle. His batteries never run out.
Schooling is going better. Pookie and Gabbers aren't randomly yelling out answers to Bun's lessons anymore. But now I find Hammy peeking over their shoulders reading stuff out loud-- as well as begging for school for himself. Sometimes it's when I'm trying to quiz Bun and Hammy is standing there going, "Mommy, mommy, MOMMY, why it say 'apple?' Why it say 'GO GO GO?' Why I can't have school? I'm big. Mommy, Mommy!! MY TURRRRRNNN! Oh man." The "Oh man" thing. He got that from Danny. And it cracks me up.