Connor came down with something on Friday, and it lingers on. Not only is he absolutely miserable, but I have it now too. I actually started to feel sick at Dad's house on Saturday night, then woke up Sunday morning with a scorching sore throat. No wonder Connor can't sleep and is restless as hell. This feels awful!
Last night was the worst. It sucked bad. It was three hours of dozing in between him flopping around between Richard and I. You could just tell, he wasn't comfortable, and nothing I did seemed to help. I think he fell asleep around 5AM out of sheer exhaustion. *yawn*

And despite him (and me) feeling like total CRUD, we had our initial appointment with early intervention. Our ped gave the referral for early intervention to screen him for speech and physical therapy. Today was just the "get the ball rolling" paperwork stuff. Hopefully in a few days we'll have the screening time set up and can move forward.

Ya know, I'm even too tired to be critical of George today. And that doesn't mean that there isn't something to say. There is actually A LOT...but I'm too damn tired!

In ending, keep some good thoughts for Cass and her family as they wait for Ophelia.

Around a year ago on this day..

• Wednesday Grumpies - 2007
• An explanation for yet another hiatus - 2006
• Keith Olbermann does it again - 2006