I'm running on basic life support systems currently (NONE of you can say you had no idea how deep the geek runs in this house). I have bronchitis, possibly asthma (yes, a doctor confirmed this - I have a freaking INHALER now and am on antibiotics.) Aemon has a nasty cough, a runny nose, and an attitude you wouldn't believe. Roane has double ear infections (also on antibiotics) and a cold, and more teeth coming in. Christopher doesn't get home till 6:30-7:00 during the week. Oh, and Roane is up anywhere from hourly when he's sick to every 3 hours on a good night. And has been for all 8.5 of his months. I have not slept longer than 4 hours at a stretch since he was born (and that 4 hours was hard-won on the couch, with earplugs.)
I'm not whining. Yes, I am. I'm whining, venting, expelling, whatever. I'm just tired.
Shifting into the positive, Christopher and I celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary last weekend with a night out Saturday for dinner (and amazing cocktails) at Flora in Oakland. Boyhowdee are they trying to polish up Uptown Oakland. It's coming along, but has a way to go.
Roane's growing up WAY too fast. He's zooming all over the place, and I predict will be walking by early October.
Aemon's also growing up WAY too fast. It's really hard to remember he's still only 3. Still a baby!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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If only there were a way to use the deflector dish and redirect some coherent tachyon antibiotics from the auxiliary supply...
Oh honey... we really need a girl's weekend.
And asthma isn't all that bad. You get used to feeling like you're breathing with a cartoon anvil on your chest. Promise.
Sending you some goodnight moon wishes...
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