I've been up since 5:30 this morning and I didn't get much sleep the night before.
Have you ever heard a baby cry for five hours straight? If you don't know babies, you might think this is an exaggeration, that it's not even possible. Oh, but it is!
If you have babies, you are shuddering with fear as you read this and wondering if you have crossed my path in the last twenty-four hours...will it be your kids next?
The worst of winter is that illness is more prevalent. Having little kids means that you'll get everything that you come in contact with. They have germy little hands and they spread their germy little germs all over the house. They think nothing of sticking a finger up one nose and picking up dried up macaroni they find under the dining room table and sticking it in their little mouths. It's a wonder we aren't riddled with disease. Poor Liam caught what Lil had and was beyond miserable. His fever hit 104. We were getting ready for a trip to the ER when the fever finally broke.
That said, that's about all I can muster up the strength to type.