We're sick. Not in the mental way, in the physical I feel like crap way. Asher has an eternal faucet of pure snot coming from his nose, and I can't even sleep because I feel so crappy. Just the way I wanted to start my pregnancy.
I don't know if you watch Sesame Street, but during Elmo's World he has a "friend" named Mr. Noodle. He disturbs me. I think he's a pedophile who managed to land his dream job, working in close proximity with small children and puppets. Nevertheless, I still love Sesame Street.
Adam was proud of the fact that he didn't go shopping once while we were gone, and that he only went out to eat once, and that he only needed to do one load of dishes. I guess God was sending manna or something.
This post is about nothing, I just wanted to post.