Sometimes it is just better knowing what’s coming than not.

Case in point: Texas was running a low-grade fever and drooling like a mad-man all day Saturday – I figured teething….. but….. a little before midnight Saturday night he wakes up with 103. 7 fever?! We work to get it down until almost 2 am and I wake up Sunday morning dreading the nightmare of a day taking care of a super sick kiddo but low and behold….he wakes up yesterday chipper and jovial with no sign of a fever?!

I am not complaining mind you – the healthier my charge is the better my world turns but the kicker is that I just got an email from Z saying he has 102.9 temp…so the ‘knowing what’s coming’ part is that if history serves us well (which less face it – it usually does) I will begin to feel bad in less than 12 hours and be faced with a high fever and all the glory that it brings.

As luck would have it – I am in town this week and don’t have anything on my calendar tomorrow but a dental appointment – would be a shame to miss that.