The cold weather has broken.
It’s in the 60’s, sunny, beautiful.
No plans, only to relax outside.
We’re all sick.
No one slept last night.
No one has slept yet today.
And the whining is loud and constant.
And my head hurts. A lot.
Elmo’s attempting to keeping Zoe occupied.
As well as peanut butter crackers, an extra snack today.
The pediatrician wouldn’t approve.
I want the day to be over, or at least Zak to be home.
And I want a vacation.
One that includes tropical drinks with little umbrellas.
Or at the very least, a day without Kleenex, dripping noses, and Vaporub.