I feel like hud.
I stayed in bed most of the day because I haven’t really slept in 4 days or so and just needed to rest. I also think I’m getting sick. BLECK.
He is very allergic to weeds/grasses/cats/dogs. Since he has asthma pretty bad, and because I don’t want Wibur to be made into a tennis racket, we think we are going to go for allergy shot therapy. It involves shots 2 times a week for THREE FREAKING YEARS.
Did I mention I was tired?
All this was compounded by a little thing like discovering the condition of the coat that I spent 2 hours cleaning and de-mudding YESTERDAY looking like this after one freaking day:
I mentioned I am tired, right?
Jonathan brought home Little Ceasar’s so I wouldn’t have to stress.
I love him.
I also think that James making sure to include the “Orphans of the world and their caretakers that they would have no allergies”, in the dinner blessing just about signals bedtime for me.