cruddy CROUP.

yes, my dear darling Hunter has been diagnosed with croup.

After listening to his barking cough for 3 days, he starting running fever yesterday afternoon. Of course, I didn't notice it until we were in Carmine looking at a bull with dad. Thankfully, I've started carrying a purse big enough to hold a medicine cabinet in. But each evening his voice was hoarse. And at night, the cough kept me awake.

After loosing my beloved pediatrician Dr. Ho, it took me a while to find and fall in love with Dr. Spencer. I swore that when we moved I would still drive back up to Cedar Park to see him. He is that good. But that was real funny.

After not sleeping well last night, I already knew I was calling the pediatrician here. Ain't no way I was driving to Cedar Park.

Thankfully, the pediatrician here is pretty wonderful. The whole office was great with the boys and so was she. I feel pretty relaxed now.

But croup has landed Hunter on steroids. So if you don't here from me in a couple of days it's because I've locked myself outside since Hunter is bouncing off and into the walls. He can't sit still. His head is spinning. You can see the energy swarming in his eyes. Granted, I'd throw him in the backyard to play but getting overheated isn't a good option right now.

I've got to go dig in the garage for the darn humidifier. That shall be my escape for now. Wonder how long I can stake out in the hot garage until the kids find me.........................