not again

I really keep hoping to post a coherent, positive blog entry.

Unfortunately, today is not the day.

Henry woke up feeling sick today. Runny nose, red eyes, but no fever. I gave him some allergy medicine. But he started acting sicker and sicker. We ran some errands (which included renting 2 movies of his choice because he had such a super week at school) and when we got home he voluntarily went upstairs and climbed in bed. Now I think he has a fever but I haven't taken his temperature because he is asleep- that sickly kind of sleep where your eyes aren't quite closed all the way.

The thing is, it was exactly- I mean exactly- one year ago that he came down with whatever it was that eventually landed us in the emergency room with pneumonia. You might remember the worst day of my life.

I know lots of people have been through much worse, and I know that even if it were to happen again I would know more this time, and I know that nothing is to guarantee the same thing is going to happen again.

But the combination of PMS and full-caffeine latte for breakfast have created an emotional cocktail of panic attack proportions. I am freaking out.

On another topic, the hair is ok. Not as short as I was planning... I actually attempted (looking like an idiot) to take a bunch of pictures of myself in the van on the way to work yesterday! Then I somehow deleted them while downloading... Maybe it's a full moon this week.