My baby boy is sick. This is the worst cold he has ever had. His nose is runny, he is coughing, he has no appetite, and he is unbelievably fussy. Today has been spent trying to find ways to make Izzy happy. Nothing works. He is miserable. Therefore, I am miserable. Ugh.
And because my husband is a sadistic asshole, he is working late tonight. Sometimes, I want to punch John in his face. Selfish jerk. Why does it seem like my husband is the only one who is required to work late all the damn time?
Moving on to other topics, I have two little canker sores on the bottom side of my tongue. Oh my freaking god, I think I am going to die from the pain. It hurts to eat and drink. Sometimes, it even hurts to talk. And I LOVE talking, so this is completely unacceptable.
There has been a lot of complaining in this post. Let's end on a happy note. I bought a little gnome for our yard. He is adorable. See for yourself...