Rainy Season.

I think from now on when someone asks me, "How are you?" I'm going to respond with how many buses I rode that day. It seems to be in direct relation to how crappy my day is. So yesterday I would have said, "I rode six buses today in the pouring rain, two of those with three kids, how are YOU?".

Sorry I'm complaining. I've had a head cold for a week now, James hurt himself at work so he's been needing caring for too. I haven't been to school all week, finals are approaching. I'm just tapped out. It'll pass. I took Chance to school and took the baby to his doctor's appointment. He's perfect. No more weight concerns. Less gas problems. He's a plump, rosy, smiling, singing, POWER EATING ball of baby. He didn't even cry when they gave him his shot. Just paused mid-sentence and continued on like nothing had happened. His cheerfulness defies all logic. He and Shamus were good sports yesterday. They both crashed out on the last bus home. I don't blame them.