Be afraid. Be very afraid

I should have known something was up with Lil J yesterday when he was sitting at the table for dinner and only had his cereal and half a container of baby food. That right there should have told me something was up. Plus, he was really tired yesterday and had a little cough, but I was still thinking that it was coming off the medications that was causing all that. Boy, was I wrong. He was up at 1 last night, and I could tell he was a little warm, but having my gift for denial, I figured he'd get better. Then at 4, he woke up again, I picked him up, and he felt like a furnace. Turned out he had a temperature of 103.1. J just took him to the pediatrician, and it turns out it's probably just a mild virus, but we still have to keep an eye on his temperature because if it spikes or keeps going up and down, we have to get him back to the doctors. I was going to post about the Olympics and how I'm reading Twilight, but now all I want to do is keep hitting myself for being so stupid and then hope that the beating makes me go back to sleep.