I am still sick. Mostly nasal and head congestion, but I’m worn out. And I watched O’Baby all day. He’s fun and easy, but he can run a person ragged, that little kapusta.
And Hubby came home sick from work this morning. He’s been bellowing from the big bed all day. I want to kill him. Now the bedroom has that icky sick smell and I don’t want to go in there, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep in the guest room because I have to work tomorrow.
I’m just counting the minutes until I get to go to sleep. And I’m praying O’Baby doesn’t wake up, because I can’t send Hubby down there to wrap him up and tuck him back in again. But the baby should not wake up, because he only took a perfunctory nap for Gramma before he woke up with a diaperload of poop.
Long day for Gramma. Luckily tomorrow I only have to work eight hours. And it’s school night at Chick-Fil-A! Boy we love that place. We may enter Bubba in a shake-chugging contest. He’d totally win, and the ensuing burp would decimate the tri-state area. Cool beans.
An added note: tomorrow is the first spring training game for the Cubbies! Spring is just around the corner! w00t! w00t!