Rotten.

This past rotten week, in a nutshell.

Screaming baby all through the night. Hear my children hacking. I start hacking too. Oscar has diarrhea. Oscar throws up. Another near sleepless night. More diarrhea. Oscar throws up again. It stinks, literally. Now Angus throws up. He is so unhappy. These boys are farting like crazy. P.U. I feel nauseous. Bryan is congested. The house is a disaster. My throat starts to scratch again. Have I fed my kids today? Oscar throws up...again. I guess we will put on another movie. Hope their minds don't turn to mush. My throat is on fire. What the crap. Angus is teething and he is pissed. He will not sleep at night. He will not nap. The neighbors have a party, the music keeps us awake till 3:00 am. Jerks! 2 hours spent in a doctors office. I have strep again. Second time in 7 weeks. They shove a needle in my hip. Angus is finally now asleep.

I am complaining, I know. It could be worse. I do have a LOT to be grateful for. But, maybe by recording the crappy nature of this week, I will better appreciate the good and/or uneventful weeks we do often have around here.