birthday blues

So, today is my 31st birthday.  And this morning I feel like I’m about 81.  Stupid flu.  I don’t actually feel too insanely terrible but poor Gavin is sick and has an 103 degree fever since yesterday morning and I think I aged the 50 years in worrying about him and not getting any sleep last night.  It’s been even worse because my husband is traveling for work so it’s been just me.  I think I have severe illness anxiety.  I feel kind of bad for Ben too because when I talked to him last night he was sick too.  Fever and achy and he has to fly tonight.  🙁 

Gavin spent the entire day yesterday sitting on our rocking chair watching Caillou.  I am so sick of Caillou.  He LOVES it.  I have Mickey Mouse on right now to take a break from Caillou and he’s acting like it’s the worst thing ever.  As soon as he is feeling better we’re doing a TV free day.  My kid likes TV way too much.

I’m watching a mother cat and two kittens playing out on my deck.  The kittens are maybe 10 weeks old.  They moved in under our deck a few weeks ago and I can’t help but feed them.  I just feel so bad for them since it’s getting cold.  I’ve called animal control, shelters, and the local police department and none of them can do anything about stray cats because there are just so many in our area.  And there’s no way I want to take in two kittens and the mom is so wild there’s no way she’d ever make a pet.

I suppose, Natalie is getting all antsy sitting on my lap so I should get going.