And just like that, we are plagued.
Jack has a weird rash around his face that's probably impetigo or something totally gross:
We were supposed to go on a Jelly Belly warehouse tour today, but the bacteria and viruses kept us away, so we've tentatively rescheduled for MLK day. I have only eaten 954 calories, most of them vegetables, and that's a lot of vegetables, so I feel kind of full and look forward to a 166-calorie glass of pinot grigio and the State of the Union tonight.
Of course we are worried about Harry and trying not to show it so he doesn't freak out because as you might imagine, chest pains really freak him out.
Mostly we just want a good night's sleep. Cooper came in our room at 3 yesterday, and it wasn't until 4 that we realized (after not sleeping for an hour) that he was sick and gave him medicine and put him back in his own bed. We finally fell back to sleep at 4:30 only to be woken up by Dorothy at 5:40 because she has forgotten how to sleep ever since she went back to preschool last week. Since I am setting a 5:20 alarm to workout and get dressed and get to work by 8:30, I feel like that full night thing? Not going to happen tonight.
In any case, wish us luck.