March 1, 2006

Famdemic #2 has really put a strain on our new home. Hayes ain’t sleeping well. Dad (that’s me) is sick. Mom is sick of us being sick (and who can blame het, I’m such a whiney bitch when I’m sick.) Other than that… and that’s a lot, thing are going well.

We are entirely unpacked. Yes, you read that right. Everything is out of boxed that didn’t find a seasonal home in the attic. My home-office is up and running — and I’ve had a chance to use it since I’ve been sick.

Hayes loves the family room. He has lots of room to run and doors to open. You know, the things 13 month olds relish. Sleeping, however, is proving difficult for him. He has good nights — two nights ago — and bad nights — last night. Last night he was up 6 times. He would only sleep with Jen or me. In fact, I brought him into bed at 5:30 and got another hour of sleep out of him.

We’re going to have to figure out his sleeping soon. Jen, who is freakin’ awesome, has been getting up with Hayes thereby letting me recover from this cold… that… will… not… GO AWAY! I hate this cold. It’s gotta go.