Ugh. Our weekend SUCKED.
Between wrestling a snotty toddler with kleenex and incessant whining, things were not fun at chez Jarrell.
Margot started up with a fever Friday evening, and by Saturday morning (At 4:30am) she was completely stuffed up and running a gnarly fever. She refused to nap all day because she couldn't breathe with a bink in her mouth, so we laid around quite a bit, praying for bedtime. It was a long day.
Sunday little Miss woke up about 5am, but seemed better. Her fever broke, but the snot river was still raging. When Margot woke up from her nap, she had snot everywhere, including her hair. I can't wait until she gets the hang of nose blowing. We had another lazy day, and hung pretty close to home.
Not many things are worse than watching your little one suffer, when you are unable to help them. I hate when my sweet baby is sick.