Thursday, March 25, 2004

:::Sigh:::: No luck on the A. feeling better front. We've already taken a bath because wipes just don't stand up to his diarrhea. Ick. G. was kind enough to spell me so I could go to the grocery store to get some Pedialyte. He left for work at 1pm and he knew I'd be stuck at home till 10pm with a sick toddler. It's gray outside, which matches my mood. Blegh. Not even any Survivor tonight to look forward to. Excuse me while I take advantage of his nap and crawl under the covers myself.


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