Last night Baby E had somewhat of a good night. When she finally slept, she slept! I tried to put her down at 7pm but she didn't want to go down. I think she finally went down around 9.30pm - it was a trying couple of hours but luckily her father was home by then and could help out.
Now, though, hubby is sick and it's like having two babies in the house. Does anyone else feel that way? Why do men make us suffer along with them? When hubby gets sick, he never takes any medicine, "I can tough it out, Jill" - but really, can you? I've finally convinced mine to at least gargle with salt water when he has a sore throat but getting him to take tylenol is like me winning the lottery - just not going to happen!
We usually go to Mother Goose on Thursday afternoons but I think we will be absent as she is still sneezing and yes, the copious amounts of snot are still there!
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