Tuesday night Preston pukes. blahhhh.....oh no...pleases don't get sick! The neighbor kid's mom came over stating her little guy had a fever and wasn't looking so hot. Preston played for hours with him a day earlier.....greeaaaatttt....
5 am Wednesday the poor kid woke up with a blaz'n hot temperature. His whole body was flushed and all he could do was moan. Meanwhile, Josh jumped out of bed in severe pain - shooting pains through his groin. Holy crap! All hell was breaking loose at once. So Josh raced down to strain his pee - he gave birth to a kidney stone (that he named Bertha)
Just few hours later, King Peewee decided he couldn't stomach the blueberries and oatmeal...blahhhhhh! all over our nice beige sheets....chunks flew in a flurry, covering him head to toe....let me just say that regurgitated blue berries and beige sheets DO NOT mix. Now we have a poka-a-dotted blue and beige sheets. lovely.
So this was the start of a much shitty day. Preston's fever topped off at 103 degrees at the doctor's office. They determined it was a 'summer flu.' great. Please God let Josh and I NOT get this! So I was up until 5 am comforting the Peewee, trying to get his fever to let up. Finally the Motrin took affect and he fell asleep slobbering all over my chest. (I've done at least 4 loads of puke infested laundry in the past 2 days)
At 8:30 am (after 3 1/2 hours of sleep) Peewee wakes up - ready to start another day of grumpiness. Poor Josh had to get up at 7 am to go to physical therapy. He was dragging ass - though was soooooo dang tired that he wasn't tired anymore (hello adrenaline!)
OK Off to an emergency Starbucks run!
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