the low-down grouchy toddler blues

the little fellow of the house woke during the night coughing and congested, and was the same this morning, with the addition of a low-grade temp and a despondent attitude.

we spent the morning wandering the house like a pair of moaning myrtles.

ben wanted to be held, but held only while i stood and swayed. he totally fell apart if i acted like i needed to sit down. and swaying a 32-pound toddler while 38 1/2 weeks pregnant is my greatest feat of strength to date. for the record.
then he wanted down.
then up again.
then he wanted his socks off because they were itchy.
then he wanted them on.
then off.
then he wanted to read a richard book (a richard scarry book to the rest of the world, abbreviated to just a "richard book" since ben dislikes all things scary).
then he was sick of the richard book.
then he was hungry.
then food disgusted him.

my oldest friend, joni, was going to come by and fold laundry with me, but instead i begged her to get us some children's motrin, since we were out. so she did, lovely friend that she is, and after giving him a dose, i tucked him in. i hope it's a long, restorative, healing nap. i might resort to whiskey in the bottle if this keeps up. for which one of us, i won't say.