Well, boyness spent most of yesterday afternoon/evening asleep, but during a few minutes of awakeness I took his temperature and he measured in at an impressive 103.7. This is particularly impressive because it was his first ever oral-thermometer temperature-taking (previously done with an aural thermometer) and I'm pretty sure that the tip of the thermometer wasn't actually where it was supposed to be. If it wasn't, his real temp would be even higher.
I did give him motrin, more because of the restless sleep and uncomfy dreams he seemed to be having than because of the fever, although that number was unpleasant enough to be given weighty consideration. Within half an hour that fever had been beaten into sweaty submission, and he lay as asleep as asleep can be, sprawled out atop his covers. He slept all night and seems markedly better today.
Toddlerness, on the other hand, was doing her best impression of thermonuclear radiation when I woke up to her squirming at around 3 this morning. The thermometer I used on boyness could have been used rectally on her, but I wasn't thinking it was worth it. She was HOT, she was uncomfy, she was getting medicine. Which broke her fever, but didn't seem to get her comfortable enough to go back to sleep. She cried and whined and wiggled until I gave up, got out of bed, and hit her with the one-two punch of "Lilo and Stitch" and a bowl of dry cereal, and shambled to the kitchen for coffee (and, incidentally, to do dishes...pure fucking torture this morning but I knew this might happen when I put them off yesterday). She's sitting on the couch, jealously guarding her hot sock and fleece blanket, and looking a little glazed over but mostly content.
Oh, and for anyone who heard me bitching about LRQ pain on Friday...I am no longer in pain, but there is a palpable mass there. I think it is an ovarian dealie, but what exactly it is I don't know, and I'm going to go research that right now.
Adding: ok, I hear from ~L~ that this LLQ thing is some virus thingy that her husband and several people they know have had. Which makes more sense, because it doesn't FEEL like it involves my ovary, but it was the only thing that I had a lead on at the moment. So it should go away. Good.
Becca is coughing now too. Damniiiiiittttt.