• Is it not enough that Noah got pinkeye at day care last week? Today they sent him home early with a fever. At least the pink eye is gone. But he was a very sad and fussy boy when I got home tonight. I think it’s because he woke up at 5:30 am and really woke up because he was all congested.
  • Now that Noah is sleeping through the night, there is a significant increase to the probability that my period will return soon. I suppose I really can’t complain at having had 21 months off. (So far.)
  • I hate thrush more than anything else I have ever been sick with in my life. It isn’t the most painful or most disgusting or most awkward thing, but it lasts freaking forever, with charming moments of disgustingness and pain. Yesterday the doc prescribed the Big Drugs, and today I called back begging also for a highly recommended topical relief. You may thank me for not telling you why I desperately need it. I fear the search results that would lead people here if I told you. I don’t want those people reading my blog.
  • What are we going to do when Jill is gone? Grandma is going to be great help, but it just isn’t the same.

Oh yeah, did I mention that Jill is going away for 10 days? She’s going to be working logistics at a certain gigantic and heavily viewed sporting event taking place in Miami in a few weeks. (No, she can’t get you tickets.)

My mom is coming down to help out while Jill is gone, which I soooooo appreciate and which will be fun. But. So. Not. The. Same.