Ack. Katie’s got the horrible crud! I suspected she was getting it a couple of days ago, but, “Oh no, I feel fine! I’m just fine!” and she kept on insisting that despite using more and more tissues. And this morning she’s got The Cough. I’d happily deal with this myself for another week if it meant my baby didn’t suffer through it.
I’m getting another of those danged ulcers in my throat, just as the others are finally gone. I was up for much of the night coughing—which meant sambear was also up. We’re both dragging badly today.
An accident involving the vaporizer last night ruined a piece of stitching I was doing and some irreplaceable photographs—and the top of my dresser is now permanently warped and stained. I hadn’t gotten all that far on the stitching, but it’s a $30 piece of fabric. At least that can be replaced.
On a lighter note, I just released the kittens from the master bathroom for the third time since last night. Somehow, they keep shutting themselves in there. When released, they glare at the person opening the door because it must be her fault, right? And then run across her bare feet, digging deeply with their claws for traction. OW!
