Jennifer and I were not planning on Tara staying home sick this week, but she made new plans for us anyway. She started out on Monday with a fever, followed by a cough, followed by a running nose, and a couple rounds of vomit. I suspect there’s going to be some diarrhea involved in the finale, but don’t let me spoil the ending for you. It could be anything.

Jennifer stayed home with her on Monday, her usual day off, and we split Tuesday through Thursday, trading off at lunch each day. Today was also supposed to be a split as well, but Jennifer decided to cheat by not eating lunch and thus spending the whole day at work while I busied myself with cleaning blort off the crib sheet, the baby, and myself. Combine that with some night waking and it’s business as usual here at We’re So Tired. I guess I don’t have to worry about changing the name of the blog any time soon.

Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting another nanny; I think this is the seventh prospective nanny, but who’s counting. She looks great on paper, sounds great on the phone, and hopefully will be equally great in person. It would only figure that we find a good nanny now that Anna is all accustomed to going to ESS. This morning there was some bargaining, but no actual tears shed at drop-off time. She was cheery as could be when I picked her up, and she seems to be very attached to the “teacher” there with the piercings and the big tattoo on her chest. One of them anyways.

I’m glad we don’t have a whole lot going on this weekend; after this week of being housebound, and with my trip to D.C. coming up, the last thing we need is to be scurrying around from place to place with a sick baby.