Sick and tired of being sick and tired...
Everything around you's growin' old.
The days drag on, the nights last forever,
Every day's tougher just to keep it together.
(Can you name the band? Anyone? Hint: It's one of Derek's faves!)
Seriously, how long can a kid have a cold? Saying Jay has a "cold" is like saying Biltmore is a "house." The poor kid is sick with one of those nose-running, eyes-swelling, cough-inducing, snot-smearing, awful colds. He's been to the doctor twice, and twice we've gotten the reminder that there's nothing you can do about a virus or a cold except wait it out. Uggh. But the worst part is that he's just plain cranky! I know he's felt like crud, and I can't say I blame him. Unfortunately, when he feels like crud, his only way to make that known is to whine and cry. Which makes me want to whine and cry right back at him. Mature, I know.
But he's spent 2 days with his LaLa, which have done wonders for his physical health (and my mental health!). Being cooped up in the house with a cranky kid has given me a new respect for my SAHM friends. It's hard enough when you can take the kid to the park and do fun things together ... it's maddening when the only grownup you see all day is the noon news anchor and nothing you can do makes the little one happy. A million thanks to my mom for keeping Jay for the past few days (and spoiling him rotten as only a LaLa can!) and to my wonderful friend LJ for letting me escape for a little ice cream and gossip. Y'all are the best!