Ooohh! My Poor Little Boy!

Wow! Last night was a rough one. Why does Matt always wait until Barry is away to get sooo very sick?!

Last night was "Girls Night" at the church. We decorated it all up for Christmas, then had some great snacks and played a few games. It was about 10:00 when my dear friend Char dropped me off at home (she was going to drive my babysitter home for me) and I was greeted by the most heartbreaking scene when I walked in the door. I could hear Matt crying for me from down the hall. I went running. Matt's antibiotics have done a number on his bowel. The poor little boy had an accident and was sooo upset. This is a huge embarrassment for him, he hasn't even wet the bed since he was 18 months old, and he was horrified. I got him all washed up, Char brought over a pullup, some children's Imodium (just in case), Powerade, and my laundry detergent (which currently resides at the townhouse). Bless you Char!! What will I ever do without you?? Matt went back to sleep fairly quickly. I, however, was up disinfecting the bathroom until almost midnight.

Matt slept soundly for the rest of the night, but I heard every cough and every time he rolled over, I was up a lot checking him, and am happy to report that he's still sleeping. It's a very good thing the sub service didn't call me today. I feel like a zombie. I did, however, manage to squeeze out a smile when Matt came out of his bedroom this morning with nothing on his bottom half, (he wanted that pullup off!!) and a pair of underwear clutched in his hands. He triumphantly told me that the "bad" night is over, and he wants his "unders" back.

Wishing everyone good nights, because good nights mean good mornings!

Hugs,

Laura