....and...

now George is sick...He is hot, I mean really, really hot. I have zero working thermometers in the house right now...batteries all dead. But when you can feel your hand burning when you touch your son, his fever is pretty high. So far Motrin and Tylenol have worked somewhat, but I think he and I will be making a trek to the urgent care tomorrow...Gerald and Olivia are both avoiding us sickos like the plague...seriously, Gerald won't touch anything any of us have touched unless a Clorox wipe has been used in between.

I've done more laundry today than I care to remember, thankfully Olivia and I have officially made a contract for her to do the dishes and fold laundry on a regular basis (we'll see how that goes).

I need to go and make my bed, hopefully cleaning all the sheets will have killed all the "bugs"!