I want to curl into a ball and pass out.
It’s only 9:45 PM.
I’m cratering fifteen entire minutes later than last night.
Me. The Night Owl rarely in bed before midnight.
You see… Lil Diva has The Cough again.
Friday, she napped for fifteen entire minutes – broken up by The Cough.
Saturday she passed out whenever the cough was quiet for a bit.
Don’t get me started on what the nights have been like.
As I type this, I hear coughs over the monitor and wonder if I will be needed. Again.
Today, she finally, blessedly slept for three hours for her nap.
I don’t think I could’ve dealt with another day.
Not that I’ve taken to hiding indoors and cowering.
My sister and I schlepped to the Iowa State Fair with both kids on Saturday – despite the possibility of utter failure because of a cranky Lil Diva.
I think we had more issues with The Tackler.
She was in awe of all the people and things to watch.
I’ll have a post about it.
Some day. When I don’t have my bed screaming at me to join it before the next hacking fit.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
I’m too tired to attach a photo.
I don’t see this pattern altering before CG joins us.
Anyone have a guest post waiting to be shared?
Not that I’ll have the time to read it.
Fun is being had, don’t get me wrong. Too much to list in my current state of incoherence. I just don’t have time to recover from all of the fun thanks to The Cough. Or blog.
Just warning you.