It has been a rough week for us.
First John was sick with a cold.
Then he passed his cold to me, bless his little punkin head.
I thought we were going to get out of the woods without the others falling ill.
And then last night, Emma Jane brought the Black Death into our lives. She was up all night barking like a seal. Which of course, means Mommy was up all night with her. And since this circus act took place in my bed, which she had crawled into at midnight, now Daddy is feeling sickly as well.
EJ has been pitiful all day. She has done nothing but sleep and snuggle her hot little, fevered body on Mommy. Hopefully the worst is behind us, because I don't think she can take another day like this.
She certainly isn't going to put up with Mommy taking anymore pictures of her misery.