So the week of death is behind me. I honestly don’t know how I survived last week. It was a bit much. But here I am on the other end feeling better. Mostly. I still have a bit of a cough, but having bronchitis will do that to you. The sinus infection cleared within 2 days of the antibiotic and I stopped puking sometime Saturday. I was still a little off Sunday but I was able to finally drag myself back to work after missing a week. Work was less than thrilled that I missed 4 days, but I was puking so I don’t see how I had much choice.

Anyway, I’m better now so that’s what counts.

Luke had his 3 year well check today. Details can be found on his blog. Nothing major to report, he is in good health.

I actually went to Walmart today. If you know me at all, you know that is astounding. I hate that place with a passion. But I was after something I can’t seem to find anywhere else and I knew they had it so I gave in and went. While there I wanted to treat Luke to something because he was so very good at the doctor. And I had impulse bought his brother a book yesterday. So I figured it was only fair. Not that everything is always fair, but after his performance at the doctor, it was worth it. Anyway, I bought him a movie that was on sale for 5$. So no big expense.

I must say, as far as Walmart trips go, this one was pleasant. I actually found a parking spot that was really close to the door. They were practically empty inside. There was no wait at the checkout. And there wasn’t the normal ghetto atmosphere. I was shocked. I don’t go often but when I do, it is normally anything but pleasant.

“Let me go I got a boo-boo! I got a shot from the doctor!” Little man is milking the shot he got today for all it’s worth. Daddy just tried to snuggle him.

Rat update: We are down to two adult male rats, and the sweet little baby girl rat. One of the twins passed about a month ago. They are getting old. Tiny little girl rat is getting bigger. Big enough that we are fairly certain at this point she is indeed a she. We do still have them separate and we will keep them that way. The boys are too old and cranky to introduce tiny rat into the bunch. Well, that and we don’t want babies.

Luke seems to be handling the monster situation well. I think it helps that he isn’t in his crib. When we threaten to make him sleep in his crib (you try keeping a 3-year-old in bed) he freaks out that the monsters will get him. We let him sleep in his big boy bed, no problems. So needless to say, he won’t be going back to his crib.

I guess I don’t have much else to say so I should probably end this. I just wanted to touch base since I’ve been quiet lately.