I wasn’t going to post this evening. Mostly because I’m totally wiped, but also because the rascal’s been crying the whole evening, and he’s finally sleeping now, so instead of blogging I thought I should maybe gorge myself eat? or, curl into tight ball under bed shower? or, maybe even stare blankly at the TV do some yoga?

Right, I’ve been stuck in this bed for most of the day. Sometimes getting up to rock Rascal on the rocking chair, or standing by the window with him people watching — which he seems to like to do.

Poor little guy is clearly in pain. And, I can’t seem to break the fever. He’s vacillating between 101.5 and 104. We haven’t seen 104 since last night. But, we’re still up there. Doc says it’s probably Roseola — an elusive but common baby virus. So, little Rascal should be breaking out in a stomach rash any day now.

If you were following my Twitters today, you know that I had to stick (literally stick with very sticky tape) a bag on Rascal’s PEEEEEPER and collect his urine. The test came back good. No urinary tract infection. Little dude has just another baby bug.

So, here I sit. A little depressed because there’s, like, nothing I can do to make him better. It’s scary, this helpless feeling. Scary to think of my little guy as being so vulnerable. The look on his little face when he was vomiting? The desperation in his crying, tear-streaked face? I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. My little baby!

What happened to the healing hands I so-called have? Why can’t I put them into action when they’re most needed? And, magic boobs! What about my magic boobs and the GOLDEN ELIXIR that is my MIIIIIILK, which has shielded lil blue-eyes from all the Monkey’s viruses until now? Dang. I feel demoralized — as if I’ve just watched 2 straight days of CNN.

Wahh.

But, then there’s this…. The shining speck of light in my dark day….

Monkey got a bike! A princess bike. From friends, of course (i.e., I didn’t PAY for princesses…. Mind you, I did just buy Monkey a Cinderella and Snow White Dolls from the Disney Store). And, a ladybug helmet! And, KNEE PADS! Because every TRICYCLE rider needs knee pads, you know, just in case.

She loves her bike.

Seeing her that excited about a bike is sooo CHILDHOOD. It’s so dang precious.

Well, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Best get some sleep. Need recharge useless healing hands.

Oh! And, another glimmer just landed in my inbox! I got the yoga gig I GOT THE YOGA GIG! I’ll have a class of my very own as of May! HOLLAAAHHH! Very exciting, indeed.

Thanks for all your well-wishes, Gorgeouses. They definitely helped me get through the day. And, Twitter. Am obsessed with Twitter. ‘Specially on the pinkberry. I carry my fellow “tweets” with me all day for on-the-spot FUN! Kay, latah. Off to write a wee bit o’ gossip before rascal rises…. He snores…. Like a bulldog…. LOVE! xo Haley-O

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