I need sleep...

Hello all. Lest you think I was giving you a hint at future events, I am not, in fact missing, despite the long passage between the last two posts... apologies all around. We had a flurry of weekend activities, ending with a Superbowl party (where I actually won TWO prizes for game predictions... I am sending my resume into FOX Sports right now. I hope I get to sit next to Howie...) Last night was a trying and exhausting night... Poor Emerson woke up at about 1am (after staying up until like 11 for all the football festivities.) and was literally up all night. He would nod off for a half hour here and there, but then would wake up screaming and crying. Now, I know all of you more experienced Moms are going, well... "He probably has an ear infection." Good call, however, neither of my boys has ever had one so I was clueless, and kinda thought the little stinker just had gas. (YES, pun intended.) I did what any bright mother lacking sleep would do... I called my best friend, Jen and asked her opinion. She knew immediately... ear infection. Then, after holding for what seemed like forever with the doctors office, I got to talk to our favorite nurse, and she said... "Ear infection... bring him in at 12noon" SO, into the office we go, Emerson literally holding his hand over his ears the whole time. The room nurse did not really appreciate the fact that I didn't want to strip Em down to weigh him, let alone give him the ol' anal thermometer...
"gee, I am sorry... Ya' know, I've only had two hours of sleep like him, but yeah, strip me down, throw me on that scale, and then stick a rectal thermometer in... that should make me feel alive again!" Really, his ear hurts... is it necessary to know his weight? (I did win in the end... insert a little chuckle of mommy pride here for defending my kids buttocks...)
So, five seconds with the dr. "yes it is an ear infection, here are your prescriptions.Bye."
The moral of the story is, if Jen could just prescribe and dispense medications, I could have gone to her house and taken care of all this... and done so in my pajamas. (cause remember... they are clothes...) And she probably would have served us coffee and lunch too... plus she was technically the first correct diagnosis... so kudos to DR.Jen... ) I am off to make myself look, well, who I am kidding, presentable would be a long shot... I am going to hope I don't look and smell so bad that Micah flees upon sight of me... June Cleaver would be so disappointed...