You'd Think I Was Twisting Her Limbs Off One By One...

What a day.

I woke up this morning to the soothing sounds of a screaming alarm clock. Nothing like awakening to the sensation of your skull splitting in two. I literally could not get out of my bed, my head hurt so much...I haven't had a headache like that in years. Yay, allergies.

After sending a quick email letting my group know I was down for the count, I flopped back in bed until somewhere around 10:00. I gingerly opened my eyes and when I realized I was, in fact, still alive and kicking, swung my legs over the side of the bed and braced myself for the return of the misery. Surprisingly enough, I felt pretty okay.

I got up and had some breakfast without falling over. Bonus.

After depositing myself on the couch in front of HGTV, I heard a creative expletive from the kitchen. Turns out The Hubbs' left lens had popped out of his glasses because the frames snapped.

Nice.

Off we headed to Schaumburg to get our annual eye exams and pick out new glasses. We usually go to my family's eye doc in McHenry, but we just can't afford the glasses there anymore. We figured we'd try one of those places where you can get two pairs for $69, so that's why we had to go all the way out by Woodfield. I'm reserving my final judgment until I get my new glasses. The frames are definitely cute, though. :)

By this time I was feeling nearly human again and we thought we'd take a walk around the mall. We popped The Princess into her stroller and wheeled her around for an hour or two.

On the way home she fell asleep almost immediately. She snoozed most of the way back, only waking up as we cruised through McHenry. Life seemed good.

We pulled into the garage, I opened The Princess's door and undid her harness, and then walked around to the trunk to grab our stuff. The Princess got out of the car on her own (one of the *best* things she's learned so far!) and I let her into the kitchen.

She reached up for a hug, so I scooped her up. And she was *scalding* hot.

I took her temperature. 102.

Tylenol was administered, and she was plopped in the bath tub. She screamed. Bloody murder.You'd think I was twisting her limbs off one by one, judging by the shrill banshee shrieks emanating from this teeny little person. Did I mention this lasted over an hour?

Her fever has dropped slightly - but it's still over 101.

And she's stopped screaming for the moment, so that's a plus.