I hate being sick and I've caught the daycare plague yet again. The lack of breathing I can handle. What I can't tolerate is the part that's not the daycare plague. Hives. A lot of hives. A misery of hives. If hives had a group name like cows in herds or gaggles of geese, it would definitely be a misery of hives.
I have no idea what I'm reacting to. Trees? Maybe. The new sheets? Maybe. A food? I dunno. All I know is that the hives vanished at work and returned within an hour of being home. I'm turning into one giant hive. So, I'm going to keep this short and go tend to my misery.
Besides, super tired baby meant super whiny baby. He'll be more fun tomorrow.