I'm going to set up our bank account to empty directly into the pediatrician's, because, frankly, that would just make sense at this point.
Andrew has an ear infection.
Of course. We couldn't possibly all be healthy for longer than 0.3 seconds because it would cause the universe to implode. Apparently.
I wasn't sure whether I should even take him in. His temperature just barely reached 101. It was hardly even a fever. But, I took him anyway, berating myself the entire time for being such an complete FUH-REAK taking my kid in for a tiny cold. Then, I said to myself, "Self. So what if you're crazy? Everyone knows it at this point. It is expected of you. So you might as well just give into it."
Turns out being a freak is a good thing sometimes.
So, on a lighter note. My tulips and daffodils are starting to come up. The mourning (or is it morning? Are they awake? Or are they sad?) doves have returned to our deck to commence with mating as they did last year. I was too warm in my light jacket today. Spring might actually come after all. I couldn't be more ready.