Pull up the bootstraps…

This morning my son woke at 7:15am. He went to sleep at 9pm last night.

So this was a good start and before 9am he was changed, dropped some toxic waste into a diaper, fed his oatmeal & banana cereal combo and at 9:05am he was struggling to stay awake in the bouncer seat.

Up to his bedroom, clutching daddy’s shoulders.

10:05am – he lets out a boisterous call across the monitor and up I go. The door comes ajar and I stare at him, he giggles and buries his grin in his blanket.
 
Our day was filled with much of nothing, I had done a bunch of chores yesterday and with the bed sheets in the wash I was pretty much free to do whatever.

Nina’s condition seems to only be worsening. I spoke with her on the phone and her tone was awash in pain. The cyste isn’t going down in size and Nina is thinking of getting it lanced and have them cathetorize her like last time as the pain is unbearable.

Dinner at my parents was fine until little Joe had a teething fit. With no ambesol or teething aide I doubled back to the house and got these homeopathic oral tabs and by the time I got home my mom had him calm and taking his pm bottle. When I left he was a screaming, crying, dribbling mess of a child.  

Nina came over after work and we left by 6pm. The pain could be read all across her face and her gait which was now more obvious effected by the cyste’s position.

She’s upstairs now after resting downstairs. I made the bed and turned down the sheets for her.

Little Joe’s been asleep for almost 2 hours.