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I haven't left the house in 4 days, except to go to work for a 30-hour shift.

Roo is ill.  Again.  This time, I'm betting it's paraflu.  He's got the croupy cough, the persistent fever...

...worse, he's whining and clinging and in general getting on my nerves.  He acts like his normal self for all of five minutes every hour, and that's NOT ENOUGH.

Tomorrow I go back in to be on call again.  Friday I have to make up the time I missed this afternoon with clinic.

I don't think I've been so disheveled and tired since immediately after the child was born.  I haven't even managed to get out of PJ's today, for fear of Roo trashing the house while I'm in the shower.

I'm almost done with the Christmas gift shopping/making; Mike loathes it so much that I let him off the hook this year.  I may make him be the one to take packages to the post-office...

There are just two more people on the list who get malice-- I mean, *presents* aforethought.  Roo is one of them. 

We're getting him a play kitchen, dammit, even if the only ones we find are in pink.

I hate gender role stereotyping.

Besides, he can 'cook' while Daddy makes dinner.