OK so it all started with me leaving for soccer at just after 5. Brett had a really difficult time putting Ollie to bed. He ended up giving him some meds because he kept moaning and rolling around. I came home about 8 after the best soccer game yet. I did direct the ball with my shoulder in our end resulting in a penalty shot but they didn't score. I did tell the ref that my eyes were closed but he told me it still counts.
Ollie woke up 1030 and was inconsolable for an hour. He finally fell asleep on my chest until 2,4,5,6,7,9......long night and looking like a long day as well. He spiked a fever at 4 and its back.
Meanwhile Brett went to sleep on one of the spare beds downstairs and I guess there was a broken light bulb on the bed and he sliced up his knee. He couldn't find a band aid big enough so he secured a pantie liner with 2 steri strips. HMMMMM
Living the life!!!!
