When is it Ever Going to End?

I had contemplated writing a post about my pregnancy with Garrett and his birth, but that's going to have to come another day.

Earlier this evening Garrett told me his stomach hurt. I thought it was because he got in trouble for a. locking us both out of his bedroom (it's one of those door knobs with a tiny hole that Keith uses a tiny screwdriver to unlock it, but I haven't a clue how to do so) and b. drawing on the carpet in my bedroom with a black Sharpie.

But unfortunately the stomach ache was legit. Let's just say I'm going to probably use up the little diaper cream that I still have left. I have also never been more thankful that Garrett is fully potty trained than I am right at this moment.

I feel badly because I had to call my good friend and tell her I can't keep her two kids tomorrow for fear of exposing them to whatever germ has descended upon my house.

So let's just pray that I manage to avoid this bug too.

And now I'm off to apply more "cream" at the request of the child walking stiff legged around the living room.