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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Allergic

I'm getting very repetitive in my dotage. (milk, sickness as mental leap, wierd/weird, ? hello? )
dotty.
spotty.
We here in the household Weird are fevered and slowly getting covered in the red dot of a laserpointer dream. what is it? how did it come to pass?
This is the third day after a long weekend of travel, in which the children are home with their mother.  The children have not lost their senses of humor.  Their mother? lost.
We have painted, we have read, we have even cooked.  I spent the entire day yesterday making a lovely wintersquash/apple/potato soup, which no child would ever eat. ever. The roast chicken fed the brood, and the machinebread filled in the gaps. butter is a neccessity here, as the bread is how I get the kids their actual nourishment, as they simply will not eat anything else that I serve, and I will not serve secondary meals.  damnit.
I don't think its bedbugs (they live in NYC, evidently, and would be equal opportunity pests, not singling out children alone)
I don't think its chicken pox as nobody is screaming of the itch. (too bad.)
What're my other choices? I don't google these things as I just can't stand the glut of information on terrible things and I am losing my ability to discern plausible from possible.
pray for me.
come squirt us with some sort of anti-dot.
come on...

2 comments:

Mama Mama Quite Contrary said...

Is it wrong of me to hope that your kids have chicken pox so that I can come over and expose my own?

The D said...

Ditto.