Lately a good deal of my friends have been having babies. And I've been thinking to myself "Maybe you could have another baby, Maven. They're so cute and squishy. So lovely and soft and new."

And then the Powers That Be stepped in. They knew I needed an intervention, like the show but not really. Actually, like the name of the show, but not really like the show at all.

On Friday not only did I get sick, but Spawnling did as well. He caught a cold. A simple cold from his brother, Gutsy. Bad timing, but the worst would be over by the end of the weekend, I told myself. Two days of snotty tissues and barking like a seal, then things would get back to normal. By that point my own bowel issues would have cleared up and I could probably move my belongings back into the bedroom. Having both made a full recovery, the first week of March Break would start off on a more positive note. Also, it would give me more time to think about what we could call the next baby.

Maybe Demonica for a girl or Doppleganger for another boy... Cute twin names! I could totally handle five kids. I'm a freaking goddess!

Intervention time.

It's now Tuesday evening and we just got back from the emergency clinic. Spawnling's cold turned into a full-blown ear infection and he's now on antibiotics and a decongestant. Great, maybe he'll stop screaming soon. He's been clinging to me all day while simultaneously throwing a fit because he's in so much pain. I'm a seasoned mother; I know all about pain medications. He's had Tylenol and Advil and he's still screaming.

Oh, wait. He's stopped now. Geekster rescued me from the baby banshee by bringing him into the office to watch Youtube videos. I suppose I have to finish dinner now, though. Damn.

I'm so tired. Two nights in a row of being up at 4AM with a feverish child is something even an extra large coffee (1 milk, 1 cream) can't seem to cure. I'm cooked. The last five days would have made for great television. A&E should have been notified of this.

Thank you, Powers that Be. I may very well attempt to remove my own uterus before Geekster's vasectomy takes place. You know, just in case.