Today was rough. I am just getting over a nasty bug and honestly feel terrible. Sammy picks up on that, sort of like the way a dog smells fear. So while I tried to lay still and get well, Sammy has brought complete havoc on our house. puddles in the bathroom, scissors to his pants, sharpie to his baby brother. yeehaa ! I am greatful my darling husband is so good with sammy. Sammy has informed me that puking is (usgussin) disgusting , jammies are no fun, and he hates his life. Once I became mobile I found random pickle deposits , socks everywhere, and even some random sticky goo smeared on my kitchen floor. it's a lost day, and sometimes that has to be ok.