Well, the family has been sick, and the kids are driving me crazy. Mostly Bryce, because he just sits and cries at me. Oh, I can't forget the 'super-sized number two' he dropped that was bad enough that we both ended up getting our shirts and pants changed. All I'll say is that I had to wipe his armpit. No joke.
He is a list of a few statements I've said to him over the last two days:
I'm not helping you with college anymore.
Maybe the dogs will raise you.
If I knew where the nuns lived, you would be a goner.
Want to see if you can fly?
I love you. (ahhhh, aren't I sweet?)
Ty kicked the whole ordeal off while we were at the gym on Tuesday evening. One of the workers came up and got me off the treadmill and said that Ty got sick. When I got down to the playroom, they were cleaning up the mess and Ty was in the bathroom with another worker. He was crying and saying that he wanted to go hide and that he was scared. It really broke my heart.
Anyway, I think we are almost back to 100%, so normal life should resume soon.
