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That’s what the past 24 hours has been.

No good.

And very bad.

We have a child wracked with fever, snot, and her first ear infection, which has accounted for much sleep deprivation. A child who won’t even drink juice, her addiction of choice, she is so sick. NO JUICE?! That’s like Ursa refusing a tennis ball.

“No juice, mommy.”

That statement was basically a sign of her imminent demise, although the doctor has assured me otherwise.

I’m hormonal and sensitive, but that goes without saying.

And, we’re dealing with some… stuff, and I’ve been asked by my husband to leave it at that. Since he rarely makes requests that I change anything I’ve written, I’m going to respect the few times when he does and say nothing further.

Sunny is always so pathetically sweet when she is sick, and I’m grateful for all the slobbery, snotty cuddles, even if we both wind up in a pool of feverish sweats as a result. She is a constant reminder of why I shouldn’t waste my time on people that matter so little when I have true love and family in my midst everyday.

She was in bed with me for awhile last night (which meant James slept on the couch as our double bed barely accommodates our two six foot bodies. Throw another being in the mix, and someone’s gotta move). She awoke an hour in, and requested that she be returned to her crib. However, she’s taken to expressing herself and then responding in such a way that makes you feel as though her demand was in fact your idea. It is adorable. And sneaky.

Her: No chicken, mommy.
Me: You don’t want chicken?
Her: Okay!

Her: No slippers on.
Me: You don’t want to wear your slippers?
Her: Okay!

Her: No bed, mommy. Crib.
Me: You want to go in your crib?
Her: Okay!

I need to stop responding to all of her demands with affirming questions, but her speech is still fairly muddied, so I’m doing it for clarity’s sake to ensure I’m accurately addressing her needs. Her enthusiastic, OKAY! always makes me feel as though I’m the one proposing whatever action or request she’s just made. It is hysterical. And, as I said, sneaky.

James just thinks she’s smarter than both of us, which could very well be the case. Good for her!

And on that note, I’m spent and need to go pity eat a pint of Half Baked Benny & Jerry’s while watching last night’s “Grey’s Anatomy.”

Sunny’s comforts of choice during this icky time are blue baths, alphabet tub letters, and bubbles.

Whatever gets us through.