Oh the sick child

I had to stay home today. It used to be a nice treat to be able to stay home so I could recuperate or catch up on my sanity. This time, and many of the times lately, not so much. I had to stay home with a sick child. Last night was pretty horrific but fairly tame in comparison. Both kids were waking up in the middle of the night several times. My arrangement with Wayne is that he gets up when it's Rayna and I get up when it's Seth. Seth prefers me and wants me when he wakes up from either a bad dream, a loud neighbour or a big turd. Rayna is good with either of us but she very much prefers Wayne. Last night I was apparently snoring on top of it all, so I gave him a break when Rayna woke up. Well. Nothing went well, never does.

She's a funny kid...one minute we'll be calling her dolly and the next we'll be calling her Chucky. A blood curdling scream aimed straight at your eardrum is just the thing you need at 2am and you're still kind of asleep. One minute she'll be crying, the next she'll let out a loud toot and then start laughing maniacally. And we wouldn't have it any other way. Kids are a live in entertainment.

I'm on tenderhooks right now because she's still feeling gross and I just heard a little shriek from her bedroom. If I go in there, will I find Holly Hobby or Linda Blair?