Goodness, Conor has been a very sick kid. He was supposed to spend the night at a friend's house Saturday--friend's mom called us at about 8:30 and said he was running a fever. Darren picked him up and that was the beginning of the downhill slide. He started puking on Monday and went to the doctor yesterday. he has the flu, tonsilitis, and an ear infection. He hasn't been to school or wrestling practice this week and probably won't make it to his wrestling meet this weekend.

Last night I was convinced he needed to go to the ER. I couldn't get his fever to come down. He was hallucinating or talking in his sleep or something. I was worried he would start having convulsions. It's a good thing that Darren is the voice of reason around here.

Work just keeps getting more and more bizarre. I'm hoping some things blow over, but really, one of the reasons I love my job is because it really brings the crazy. Just a little less crazy please!