So, I'm sitting here watching Mickey Mouse Club House, thinking how much I'd rather be in bed. Sam's been sick, and like always when he gets sick, it effects him HORRIBLY. Dave and I were both up ALL night with him as he threw up and whined...and had a CONSTANT cough in-between. There's nothing like finally settling back in bed for the tenth time, to immediately hear, "Mommy! My nose is running away!" Or *cough cough cough*. Argh. And then sometime in the middle of the night, a stupid parade went through town--honking horns and flashing lights. So upsetting.
Anyway, Sam is MISERABLE and extreemly high-maintainance when he's sick, so we are incredibly drained, but luckily Josh isn't sick....yet. Hopefully he doesn't get there.