You've GOT to be kidding me.

My temp was down to 102.7 when Aaron left for work this morning.
The minute he left, Corbin woke up.
The girls were angels and played with him in his crib for nearly an hour while I gathered energy to get up.
I got up, put Corbin in his high chair, and started to slice him a banana for breakfast.
Then it hit me.
You know...IT.

In the sink. The rest was all over myself.
Perfect.

I spent the next hour curled up on the bathroom tile in a puddle of gross. Reese came in at one point and offered a bottled water, the cell phone, and a roll of toilet paper.

I am amazed at her innate survival skills. Think about it. If you were deserted on an island somewhere, wouldn't the 3 things at the top of your list be a working cell phone, water, and toilet paper? Answer: YES. Go Reese. That kid is awesome.

I called Aaron and begged him to come home and take me to the hospital.
Then I called friend/neighbor, Jenny/lifesaver, to come down and help Corbin out until Aaron got home. Thanks, Jenny!
Reese returned to the kitchen and she and Quincy fed Corbin cheerios until Jenny arrived.

Aaron brought me Gatorade, gave me a blessing and helped me back into bed.

After several hours of solid sleep, my fever is down to 100 (finally!) and I am feeling better now than I have felt in days. Aaron has worked from home most of today, and only went in for a couple of meetings, but left me with advice to "try to get up and move around a little" thinking it will help me feel better.

I am on the sofa with the laptop. This is my valid attempt at "moving around".

As soon as I can be certain it will stay down, I am getting the fattest Dr. Pepper they sell from Sonic.
And maybe one of those Snickers or Reese's chocolatey shake things that they have.
And some french fries.
And a chocolate chip cookie.
And a really good burrito.
not from Sonic.