DH didn't get home until after 11pm last night. Yesterday was horrible. Everything that could go wrong pretty much did. He has no faith today is going to be any better. ::smh::
DefConn woke up screaming bloody murder at 3am. He said his arm hurt, I think it was asleep. He's had a cold/cough for the last week or so, but he's eating and acting normally...but he is coughing a lot at night. He was so sassy/demanding and I was so tired, that somehow we ended up on the couch with him eating cereal and watching Frozen. We fell back asleep around 5am and I debated taking him to daycare, but he was bebopping around like normal at 6:30am.
We should be hearing something on our buyers loan today. I pray, for their sake and my sanity, that it happens.
I need coffee. I need go back to bed. This week is trying to kill me.