We've done nothing fun.

They just did the flumist for Josh's unit....which means they're ALL sick. He said the barracks looks like a zombie dorm.

So now Thomas is sick. He's also teething.

I think there may be a dent in the desk from my head hitting it multiple times a day.


Here is how my days are going lately.

Thomas hands me the box of graham crackers, so I offer him some. He doesn't want it. Starts crying. So I put them back. Crying louder now. He hands them back to me...umm okay. He never did eat any of them, but I wasn't allowed to put them back. Was I supposed to just hold them?

Now trade the graham crackers for anything else, crayons, diapers, toys, whatever...
I have no idea what he wants, and honestly I don't think he does either.

So I'm channeling all the patience I can muster and hoping my miserable child gets well soon.

Oh and Josh is on duty tomorrow which essentially kills our weekend.

On the plus side we got T's birthday card from his Grandpa. It had Nemo on it and he's been carrying it around showing me the "sheshees".

Here's hoping the sheshees get us through the next few days. And maybe a glass of wine on Sunday night. And a bubble bath.