B was asleep when I got home from work last night, but around 9:30 he came downstairs crying. "He doesn't seem hot." says his father. I took a look. I could see he was hot. His eyes were on fire. (temp 103 ax). Ibuprofen and coke for him, and a pallet on mama's bedroom floor. He intermittently fussed and retched in the night. In the morning I let him into bed, and he promptly puked on my pillow. My dx: probable coxsackievirus. He seems ok this morning, but I'm not going to send him to school.

Except: I'm cupcake mom today for nursery school. Which is why I was up at 5:30 this morning making 18 cupcakes for other people's children. (I like to make cupcakes.)

Other things on the to do list:

Drain and refill the fishtank. It's a hideous hazy green color. I don't know what's the matter with it. And my fish keep dying- little fuckers.

Try to deal with the lost passport. I pursue 'til distress; then I treat with Xanax.

Go to home depot for paint.

Paint shelves.

Fill out and mail camp paperwork.