Sickies

We're sick here. Benton went from smiling (even in the hospital he was smiling) to giving me dirty looks (I'm pretty sure I just got a total glare). It's not my fault, I promise. Brita had a fever the day we got back from the hospital and has been coughing and sneezing ever since. Peter had a fever the last couple days. I have a runny/stuffy nose and a sore throat and a dull headache. Benton has a stuffy nose and has been throwing up. Fun times.

So I'm sure things have happened the last little while, but I don't remember them. Other than a lot of puke. And that I don't know why boys diapers are so eternally awful to change. And Brita started saying "I appreciate it" after she thanks us for things. And Benton tries to be happy even when he's feeling bad, but his patience is definitely starting to get warn down. He's taken to waking up screaming lately which he didn't used to do. I pretty much spend my days counting down the hours until Peter gets home. I'm not the most patient person when my countdown runs out before he gets home.