Sleeping last night wasn’t so great because Fuller didn’t sleep well. And if there is anything that keeps me up at night, it is the possibility of my kid calling for me in the middle of the night. Of course right now he is acting perfectly fine, but it is not keeping him from his doctor’s appointment this afternoon at 12:15.

Fuller was feverish and miserable at 4 a.m. so he ended up sleeping in the living room with me. We tried to be on the couch at the same time but the kicking was getting in the way of the sleeping. So I slept on the pullout chair bed and Fuller took domain over the couch.

Damon made an appearance this morning, asking for juice and then retiring once more to the queen size luxury of our bed where he had slept in a nyquil-induced coma. I tried to have a conversation with him, but was met with one phrase, “I just need more rest.”

So here we are on the eve of my trip. I expect miracles everyday, today is no exception.

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