Bleh.

I had great plans to write a Memory Monday yesterday, but I needed to fix a bridle for Jonathan and then Maggie and I got sick and I never got around to it.  It's the thought that counts, right?

Plus, Lane turned into a monster because he's teething and nothing was easing the pain.  He would sleep for 20 minutes, then wake up screaming.  He screamed for most of the day.  Last night I gave him Ibuprofen and Orajel and it finally worked.  Thank goodness.  He slept through the whole night, which I needed greatly, considering the night before I only got two hours of sleep, which isn't ideal when you're sick.  Orajel is now at the top of my gratitude list :)

I'm feeling a little better now, and I thought Maggie was too, but she just threw up again so I guess I was wrong.

Anyway, I guess the whole point of this post is to say, "when life gets back to normal, I promise I'll write something worthwhile on this blog."

But for now, my bed is calling my name.