LAME

You know what's disappointing? When you do the usual countdown to the weekend, getting excited that you're one day closer to the weekend, when your husband's home with you, and then on Friday you suddenly realize you've been in denial. There won't BE a weekend, you'll drive your husband to the airport on Saturday so he can go to a conference in Chicago and not get home until late Sunday night, only to start another work week Monday morning.

Also disappointing? Your seemingly healthy older daughter starts coughing a bad croupy sounding cough. Before it started:
Now, she's sleeping on the couch, waking up asking for hot tea with honey, and every time I make her a new cup I bring it to find her asleep again. She wakes up right about the time it gets cold and asks for another. Ha.

But NOT disappointing is having this guy:
singing in the backseat of the car. He requests Cupid by Otis Redding now, and has memorized lots of the words. He sings them and dances. This is his usual move for the "Draw back your bow-woah" part:
I'm pretty sure he's drawing back his bow-woah.

Also not disappointing: Neely starting to use the jumperoo.