As if you needed it, more evidence to show that the WalMarts is owned by Satan himself.

I’m feeling severely under the weather today, and avoiding doing actual work by writing here.  And I had something to talk about anyway, so I thought, why not, right?

I was talking to one of the Coven recently and I asked, “Why does (name withheld for obvious reasons) hate me?  I don’t get why she’s so ugly to me all the time.”

She took a moment, took a breath, and said, “Well, Sarah.. I would never tell you this if I didn’t love you, and I DO love you.. but you’re kinda not very likeable at first.”

WHA?!, I thought.  But I said, “Whatever do you mean, dear friend?”

She continued.  “Well, AGAIN, I absolutely adore you and you’re one of the nicest people I know, but you have a very holier than thou attitude when people first meet you.”

I thought about this as I was driving later and asked Bryan.  He’s married to me and his second obligation in our marriage (beyond fidelity and all that crap) is to immediately refute all of that by saying, “No, Sarah, that’s very wrong.”

Instead, he said, “Well, Sarah.. you DO give off that vibe.”

WHA?!, I thought.  But I said, “WHA?!” (more…)

So my poor child has his first cold.  There is NOTHING worse than your child being sick.  Seriously.  There is no sickness that you, yourself, can suffer that even compares to an illness (even a minor one!) your child has.  Because all you wanna do is make it better.  And with an infant?  Yeah, you can’t.  You can soothe him, but there’s no magic medicine. 

He is constantly wheezing.  Lots of congestion.  And bless his poor heart, he tries to still be the smiley baby he wants to be.  He still tries to talk to us, but everything gets choked up.  It’s absolutely the most heartbreaking thing EVER.

But last night, and it could’ve been the illness, he SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT.  Seriously.  We put him down around nine, and I had to rouse him around 6:45 this morning so he could eat.  It had to have been a fluke.  Because while HE slept like a log, his momma spent the whole night freaking out that he hadn’t made any noises.  I can’t count how many times I woke up and listened intently on the monitor, and when I got up to pee, I would go check on him.

Do we think we’ve FINALLY hit that point?  The point where he sleeps through the night?

Folks, I dare not hope.