I should learn to keep my mouth shut

My good tempered baby seems to have started feeling the pain after he woke up from his afternoon nap. He was fussy all night, in that pathetic sick-baby way. Aside from a short romp around the movie room while I was obsessively casually watching another episode of Project Runway, he insisted on being held by me, and only me, all night. Around bed time, he started tugging on his ear. Not a gentle tugging. More like a pulling. Or ripping. He was making the saddest little moaning and whimpering sounds and it just tears my heart out to hear it.

It doesn't help that I'm a little bit sick myself. I've got a sore throat, a headache, and a low-grade fever. Not enough to put me out, just enough to make my day pretty crappy. I've been getting these little mini two to three day viruses ever since Saul started daycare and they really suck. Still, if I could add a couple of eye and ear infections to my yuckiness and take it away from him, I would in a second.