My 3 almost 4 year old took care of me and her Thursday night. I was exhausted and sick as a dog with a raging sinus infection that was rocking my whole body...mostly my head. She had a tough day herself. She got blood drawn for a CBC & INR test by Junebug our awesome home healthcare nurse and she found out we will have to repeat the INR this week because her number was lower than her doctor would like. She really hates pokes and frankly, I can't blame her. Anyways, I really felt like I had been run over by an 18 wheeler. I was laying on the couch with a heating pad on my face while my daughter ate her dinner (which I had made/heated...beef ravioli with parm. cheese (her fave cheese) and watched Nick Jr. When she has an especially tough day, that's how she unwinds. I was falling asleep during the shows and she would announce one show was over and another was beginning. She would periodically ask me how I was or tell me I was snoring (because my nose was stuffed up). I heard Go Diego Go and decided that would probably be a good time to go upstairs and lay down in my bed. I told my girl that she could watch TV in my room or the upstairs TV room. She opted for my room in bed next to me. I, of course, fell fast asleep (it was only like 7:30 p.m.). I made sure I had given her all of her meds and I had her juice. I even turned on her Ikea flower & bug lights in her room when we got upstairs, just in case I fell asleep (I know myself). I vaguely remember her saying that Team Umizoomi was over and to move over please. Which I guess I did. I woke up at midnight...the TV was turned off. No Gracie in my bed. I panicked briefly, walked quickly to her room to see that she had tucked herself into bed. She even had her Abby Cadabby potty book that she likes to read, right next to her. I felt so bad but at the same time I was proud of her for taking care of me and her. I felt better the next morning. Unfortunately it was one of those up and down things. I knew it was getting worse slowly. Mornings are always good for the most part. I was able to feel good for the Duck Race Saturday morning in which my sweet girl dressed as Snow White (she should have won the costume contest but whatever! we still got a great raffle prize) and this morning at the park. I decided to go a 7 day a week clinic because it is hard to get into my doctor outside of the work day. It was as I suspected...a sinus infection. I got a shot and an antibiotic. I should be good to go for Halloween tomorrow. Gracie is ditching Snow White to be a giraffe...her cousin is going to be a pig...wants to be in the animal category. Glad we had those old Halloween costumes from my niece and nephew.