I was awakened this morning by the sound of my two year old crying and saying "Ow!" over and over. After carrying him around for a while, and trying to comfort him by playing Thomas the Tank Engine on our big screen tv, I agreed with Hubby's suggestion that maybe his ear or ears hurt. We forced some Tylenol down his throat, and I do mean some, since much of it went down his chin and a small blob somehow landed on the back of my arm.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, he curled up on my bed and fell asleep. Of course, now it's way too late for me to go back to sleep. And it seems we may have a trip to the pediatrician in our future. Did I mention there's a HUGE rainstorm headed our way. It should have been snow, being that it's January and all, but no, it's 58 degrees here and we're going to have rain, and lots of it. Ugh.
It's Monday, isn't it?