Sorry, little cat nap there. I'm taking him into the doctor this morning. I would usually give something like this a bit more time to see if it resolves itself, but with Thanksgiving coming, I don't want to wait. I need to know if this is treatable/curable/contagious/going to repeat itself.
Then we have Emma's parent/teacher conference this afternoon to go over her report card. I'll post about that one later, but I will say that Emma's very first report card was fantastic! We couldn't be more proud.
I was planning on taking the van in today to have some work done (one power door was not working when we bought it,) but now I need the van to go to the doctor so I re-scheduled that for tomorrow. I hope it can get done, I would love to have it fully-functioning by Thanksgiving. The guy said there are most likely two possibilities, and one of those possibilities involves a part that is on back-order. Here's hoping it's the other one!
Sorry this post is so boring, even my thoughts are very dull and monotonous in my very tired brain. I can't think of anything funny at all. In fact, I'm feeling like I haven't been funny in a while now, and I feel bad about that. I really want more sleep so I can get back to my normal self. Or maybe now that I am getting a bit more sleep than when I was up every six minutes all nigh long, I am becoming my normal self, and my normal self is actually quite boring. Which would not be cool, since I have basically relied on my sense of humor in almost every situation and I'm not sure what else I have to offer. Really, who wants to be at a party and listen to a story about poop if there is no humor thrown in? For that matter, who wants to be at a party and listen to a story about poop in the first place?
Last night, Ben wanted to wear undies instead of a diaper to sleep. Since he can't go all day without at least four accidents so far, I'm not going to try that yet. We compromised on a pull-up with undies over it. When I went to check on him before I went to bed, he had removed his jammies, his undies, and his pull-up. He had then put his undies back on, and was sound asleep with a pull-up and jammies on the floor next to him. The boy really wants to be potty trained!
Well, I gotta go get ready for the doctor so I don't look like death warmed over. Although, it would encourage everyone to leave me alone in the waiting room...