The rain from Hurricane Alex poured out of the sky on us all day long today. Really the perfect meteorological metaphor for my poor, sick, fussy son.
Gabriel caught some kind of cold when we were at the doctor's office this week. At least that's my best guess. He was up a few times during the night last night coughing and sneezing, and was emotional almost all day. At least he slept a little extra during the day today. We all had an especially tiring evening.
Thank goodness Gabriel was ready for bed at the same time as usual: 7:00pm (Well, 7:20ish today). On days like today, that's everybody's favorite time of day! :)
Michael and I have a little inside joke to describe ourselves after an evening like this: "T.G.I.S." for, "Thank Goodness It's Seven!"