On the mend. Again.

I meant to post an update last night before going to bed...at 7:30 p.m....but it seemed my laptop had been commandeered by a certain three year old who now believes that computers are for watching episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and, occasionally, Handy Manny. So I tried to sneak out of bed early this morning, and guess who popped up automatically next to me, asking for hot milk and snacks?

That's right, people. I've got a nester laying right next to me as I type this post.

We followed up with Zoey's pediatrician yesterday and found that Zoey is now the proud owner of yet another ear infection (because why not?), her left lung still sounds 'junky' (technical medical term), BUT she seems to be improving. She's definitely perking up (read: she's crabby) and I'm starting to feel like if I don't escape the house without her at some point today, I might go crazy. We are able to switch the inhaler to three or four times a day sans 3 a.m. treatments, which meant we all slept considerably better last night. We crawled in to my bed with books and cartoons on the laptop a little past 7 p.m. but managed to stay awake until 9:00...you know, because it was a Friday night, and that's just how exciting we are around here.

We will lie low this weekend and I'm sure that, come Monday, I'll be more than ready to go back to work. My next order of business today is to find a babysitter for tonight, so Bryan and I can go to Justin and Angela's for dinner. Because I'm fairly certain they won't want a hacking, green-snotted, somewhat-whiny preschooler leaving a bread-crumb-trail of germs all over their house. Just a guess.