Spring Fever

Friday and Saturday Fuller suffered from high temps that just turned him into a cranky fuss-budget and life stopped to become focused on all things Fuller. Tylenol helped.

Sunday we stayed home in hopes that he wouldn't infect other children and that other children wouldn't infect him. However, today I decided with my all-knowing Mother's Wisdom that the ailment was just that of the second molars causing irritation. Of course this was the ailment that D suggested on Saturday morning and I said, "No, he has all the teeth he is going to get right now."

The evidence that I was wrong was when Fuller started trying to eat his own hand this morning for breakfast. The alligator tears streaming down his cheeks indicated that wasn't helping.

I just hope he appreciates those molars the first time we give him peanut brittle (in a few years).

On Saturday, while Fuller was taking a marathon 3 hour nap, something struck me with a Spring Fever where the only cure was de-cluttering and dusting. I cleaned the living room, the stove, and even washed a window. It wasn't a typical cleaning since I removed many items from the living room and forced them back to their homes in the outside sheds. I just kept moving while Fuller slept and telling myself I had to keep moving because he was going to wake up any minute. It was an odd feeling to be compelled to do these things by nothing except my desire to have a de-cluttered & clean living room. Usually that is brought on my the prospect of company, but in this case we just get to enjoy the space until the next time Fuller brings his legos out and dumps them where he pleases.

And as a side-effect of my spring fever I offered a proposal to D, which he accepted.

Next Saturday his dad is going to come up to help finish the window restoration project (which began in 1999). After the windows are in, Albert, D, & Fuller (and the dogs) are all going back to Lake Martin together. This will leave me at the house for a week. And you know what I am going to do that week? Let's call it Extreme Makeover- Living Room Edition.

There is paint to be scraped from the moulding and we can't do that with Fuller in the house. So the perfect solution is to exile my family at the lake while I do something that I am perfectly capable of doing. I don't have to wait for D to help me, this is something that I can do. And I am also capable of sanding and priming. And if I get super ambitious, I will be painting at least one color on the walls.

I just hope I am not cured of this spring fever before I lift a paintbrush. That would be bad.