A real nail biter

This evening has been eventful. Not the boldest of statements, unless you live at my house. Evenings are so rarely eventful. When they are there is a theme. Or more. 1) Hubs is out of town; or 2) Miss C is sick. Or the perfect storm (couldn't resist CFM), 3) Hubs is out of town AND Miss C is sick.
She has been snotty and puny off and on for 2 weeks. She starts running a fever today. Of course. Hubs is at the Sheraton in downtown Nashville, fat catting in a king sized bed with no snotty toddler. I am sharing a queen with a monkey. A demented monkey. A monkey who feels puny enough she wants to be in mama's bed, but not sick enough she's sleepy. We wrestle, argue, barter, make numerous trips back and forth from bed to crib. She cries, which makes her nose run, then she cries about her nose running. Oy vey.
Now the suspense. During this never ending bedtime I am bidding on a pair of shoes for said monkey on eBay. I am pumped and irrational. I bid high. Okay, high for me, normal for everyone else. Then I experience a lull in tropical storm Caroline and realize I don't want the shoes. I have found a crazy better deal on a brand new pair. Frick! I spend the next hour wrestling, calming, wiping noses while frantically praying some mama will outbid me.
And then...
TS Caroline makes landfall and quickly dissapates. My prayer is answered and someone beats me by 50 cents. I order the brand new pair using my eBay coupon. Peace is finally acheived. Disaster relief (West Wing marathon) can begin.