Pulling on my Boxing Gloves...

'cause it's gonna be one heck of a day.  Don't ya just love it when you know that before the day has even begun?  I suppose that could be a good thing.  At least I've got warning.

Princess #3 spiked a fever last night.  103.4.  Awesome.  I hate when my princesses get sick.  Of course, I don't think anyone actually enjoys their child being ill.  But I seriously loathe it.  Growing up as mostly an only child, I never got to experience the phenomenon of passing around an illness.  But with this houseful I have now, let's just say I've been witness to this more times than I'd like to count.

Keeping the princesses separate is nearly impossible.  And when the sick one is 3 years old, it's even more impossible.  With Princess #1 and even Princess #2, I can reason with them about why it's important to stay in bed or on the couch and rest.  But with a 3 year old?  No way.  The second the fever is down she's up and jumping around, wanting to play with her sisters and get all crazy like.  Trying to keep her down on the couch would be like trying to keep a wave on the sand (quick - name that song!!  Anyone?  Anyone?).

And of course, in addition to wrangling a sick 3 year old, I've got Princess #4 who is in the "excuse me, I'm the baby and expect complete and undivided attention from my mama all.day.long and will complain loudly if anyone tries to get in my way" phase, and I've got the babe I babysit to care for as well.  Sigh.  I'm tired just typing it all out.  Time to get into "SUPER MOM" mode.  Coffee shall be my friend today.

In other news, I received my first blog award today!  You like me!  Haha.  Stay tuned for another post later today where I'll accept the award and pass it along.  Meanwhile, check out the sweet gal who honored me, Chelsea, over at Adventures in Vandyland.