Running Commentary

And Today… March 07 2007

Brendan has whatever it was/is that Noah had. Except Brendan threw up this morning. And now he has a fever but is refusing to take anything for it because he thinks it will make him throw up.

Last night Noah had me up from 2 - 3am. He came in at 2am and closed our door and then started to SHOUT at us to turn on the lamp. Chris held out his hand to help him find his way across the bedroom, and this caused Noah to FREAK THE FUCK OUT. And was immediately yelling and demanding. And so Chris scooped him up and brought him back to his bed. Telling along the way that showing up in someone’s bedroom in the middle of the night and immediately screaming at them was a not a great way to wake them up.

30 minutes later he was standing in the hallway calling for Brendan over and over. Clearly it was my turn so I hopped up and dashed into the hall. He thought Brendan was awake and sitting on the couch. It was my sweater and a blanket left on the couch from the night before. And ANYWAY what do you want Brendan for.

So I took him back to his bed and tucked him in. I climbed under the blanket with him and we had a warm snuggle. I rubbed his bad and he started to fade off to sleep. I kissed him goodnight and went back to bed.

JUST as I was falling back to sleep he comes in and tells us he wants to sleep with us.

FINE.

Get in

GO TO SLEEP.

But Dadddy? Can I have more room?

Gah. Eventually we all got back to sleep. Chris got up at 6am to find Brendan already awake (and yes on the couch) with a fever. And then he threw up. He is in the shower right now, shower number 2. He’s like his dad. The minute Chris gets a fever he’s in the shower 100 times a day. I think it does more harm because he has such HOT showers that he actually makes his fever worse if that’s possible. I am relatively sure Brendan will run out of hot water any second as his first shower was only 20 minutes ago. Scratch that, he was soaking in a warm tub. I brought him in a fresh towel and some toasty jammies and a hoody. He’s feeling like dirt still..but DAMN is he clean!
So that means. NO GYM again today. And NO run.

Gar.

I think I shall plunk my fat butt on my exercise bike and do that for an hour at some point.

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