Two Ear Infections and a Microphone
That was a good drum break.
If you've ever read this blog, or any blog written by a parent, you would know that some things are understood- things like sleep is a myth and all restrooms are public.
We didn't sleep last night. Granted, we never sleep. Our bed is too small for the ark that Jacob said to build upon it (see below) and a good rest is seldom had.
Yes, we co-sleep. I don't care what you think. Unless you're okay with it, then by all means think away. Our decision to do so is based loosely on the fact that we sold the kids' beds on Craigslist. It's a recession, people.
Plus, the move and all that. They'll have beds soon, put the phone down.
Anyway, last night there was little sleep had by anyone with a pillow (see above). It was a night of cries, screams and whimpering. Yes, whimpering. And whining.
Thing Two (top center) has been sickish for a few days. We assumed it to be allergies. The air here is disgusting and everyone is coughing, itching and feeling like crap. We figured that was the case with Thing Two, or possibly Swine Flu.
About, oh, 4am, he declared that his ears hurt. Not one ear, but ears. Then he continued to cry, scream and whimper, without even missing a beat. The kid has talent. Eat that Susan Boyle.
Six in the morning found me and the boy in Urgent Care. Double ear infections. Antibiotics. A donut. A nap.
Now he's sitting at my feet eating ice cream and whimpering noticeably softer. And I am more tired for it.