Talkin' 'bout a heat wave!

Okay, it's been about 175 degrees out (350 degrees with the the heat index) for about 1,000 days now.  Maybe I'm exaggerating a little.

But anyway, I knew I needed to work out today.  Because I ate 12 mini pretzels yesterday, which meant I woke up 5 pounds heavier.  Luckily, the weight was evenly distributed: half around my waist, the rest under my eyes.

Unfortunately, I didn't get in a much-needed cardio routine today.  See, Ryan had me up half the night.

For the second time in week-and-a-half, he's got a fever.  The first time this happened, we were leaving for Canada the next day.  At the time, I gave him Advil, Cold-eeze, Zicam and crossed my fingers.  Well, we were calling our pediatrician two days later from Quebec because his fever kept coming and going.  "If he's still feverish Monday, give us a call."  PS--By Monday, he was fine and Cara was sneezing.

Cut to this past week.  Cara is a counselor at the town rec camp.  Little, sticky kids crawl over her daily.  They had a "Paint the Counselor" day, and I had to cover my seat with plastic bags just to drive her home.  (That's right, I still baby my ride: the suh-weet '02 Ford. Focus. Wagon. Perhaps the only thing grimier than the camp kids.)

A day later, she was at the doctor with a weird rash all over her arms.  The verdict: paint-related, pore-clogging dermatosis.  Two days after that, she was on the Cold-Eeze and Zicam.  STICKY KIDS!

Meanwhile, Ryan goes to the Meadowlands YMCA camp.  It's longer hours and they go on more trips, which makes us all happy campers!  He had a blast going on three trips last week.  Capped off by a sleepover at a buddy's house Friday night.  I didn't get him until 5 yesterday afternoon.  Cut to 12:30 a.m., 1:30 a.m. and 2:30 a.m. today: fevers.  Oy!  Is he fighting Cara's germs, camp germs or trip germs?!?  Who knows.

Obviously, I was a up lot last night.  Taking care of Ry.  Woke up late.  Took care of Ry.  By the time I got it together this morning, it was the afternoon.  The only class left before the gym closed was yoga.  Good, I thought.  It's so bloody hot, I don't have the energy for anything high energy.  But, what does it say about me??? that I was the only one yanking paper towels from the dispenser and mopping myself off -- because the sweat was raining off me like the fat drops of a sun shower?!?

Fevers, heat waves, internal combustion -- this week, I need MANY degrees of change!