My poor sweet Ivan is sick today.

When I went to bed last night he was already sleeping. I climb into bed next to him, he was roasting hot. Almost too hot to kiss his forehead. Since he was already sleeping, there wasn't much I could do for him other than get a cool cloth and put it on his head for him (all the while trying not to drown him with it).

When he woke up this morning trying to go to work, I managed to be successful enough to make him call in. Stubborn boys think they are supermen and can do anything, even when they are sick. I called him during my break and he was still sleeping. Good. Bout time he started taking care of himself. I couldn't wait to get home today so I can take care of him some more. With him being sick he doesn't have the energy to make me quit fussing over him. I think he secretly likes it.

Sweetie pie is in my room sleeping right now. I need to get to the store to find some good drugs to drug him and at least help him feel a little better. Should do it before he wakes up delirious and confused.