Today

has done its best to kick the crap out of me. It began around one thirty this morning, with a soaking wet Rhys screaming in his crib. He of course refused to go back to sleep in his dry crib with his dry diaper after Daddy changed him. So Daddy stepped in again and brought him to me to cuddle. Usually, Rhys will play in our room, but last night he pretty much went straight to sleep - and then commenced to flopping and flipping and generally assaulting his mother, who once again nudged his father so he could put him back down.

All night - before, during, and after the fussing child only soothed by sharing a bed with us - my throat felt sore. (Did I mention the heater wasn't working last night because the batteries went out in the thermostat and it didn't recognize the supposedly precharged rechargeables as being new batteries? Well, add a general sense of shivering to this whole scenario, and the three year-old who [thankfully? only] woke up once during the hubbub.) So of course I woke up this morning feeling worse than I had all night and very suspiciousness that I had caught Rhys's upper respiratory ailment. Additionally, G seemed to be coughing more as well, so I made a (mid-oatmeal) appointment for him to see a P.A. since his pediatrician was already booked by eight o'clock this morning.

So, now we had coordinate dropping the minivan at Brew Honda with getting G to the doctor at 11:30, picking the van up around 12, my grocery shopping before Andrew's departure for Belton at 2 (he's participating in Tough Mudder tomorrow morning).

We ended up with everything done - and nothing done at the times we'd planned but the doctor's appointment, which probably didn't actually happen until closer to noon - and then, and THEN. Wait for it.

Keep waiting.

Andrew got ready to leave for Belton and a tire on our other car was low and when he went to inflate it he saw that it had tread coming off so I got him to take the van which meant I got to take the boys right back up to the car dealership to wait for our third new tire of the day.

::pause for breath::

Brew did give us that last tire for free - just because they love us, and possibly because I told the guy who sold us both the cars we've bought from there that both the boys and I are infected with respiratory ick and then fake coughed in his general direction and was followed closely by Rhys's real cough.

Good times.

So now I'm knackered and the Delsym PM is kicking in so...

Holla.