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Well, I don't think I'll be going to church this morning, which suits me just fine.  I should have gone to Confession last night, but instead went to a cookout at Gayla's.  Greg's parents and brother's family were there along with Gayla's parents.  We were the only non-family there, which was nice.  They invited us to the Saturday shindig while we were there Friday night picking up our veggies.  Anyhow, this week was pretty awful.  Isaac got sick.  Since he never ran a fever or did anything scary like get diarrhea or start vomiting, I didn't feel a need to take him to a doctor.  So, instead we just kinda lived with it.  He had a couple of days of really bad gas and indigestion in which he was super grumpy and wouldn't nurse.  Then he developed nasal congestion and drainage, and now he's broken out in a light rash all over his body.  I had a school nurse friend check him over to see if it was anything to be concerned about, and she said it really wasn't.  Apparently some kids just break out in rashes just about every time they get over a virus, and Isaac is one of that group.  Today he was his normal, happy self (although he sounded quite funny because of his drainage, and looked quite funny because of his rash).  But just to have a peaceful, happy kiddo again was such an intense relief.  I don't know if I could have handled another day of a grouchy baby.  I don't even remember which day it was in particular, but sometime earlier this week I just felt like pummeling the poor kid with mighty blows.  I am so thankful that Steve was around.  That way, whenever I got overly frustrated, Steve could relieve me.  Neverthless, I was very hateful towards my little one, had no patience, yelled at him, etc.  That's why Confession seems so necessary in my mind.  Who could possibly commune with such dispicable behavior on their conscience?

Anyhow, the reason I don't think I'll be going to church is that Isaac is awake and crying right now, and has been awake (although, admittedly, happily awake) for the last two hours.  He slept incredibly well for the first part of the night, considering he's sick.  But, when he woke up for his first feeding at 3am, he didn't go back to sleep.  Plus, to top it off, Steve didn't come to bed until 3:45am or so.  That means he very likely won't be up for church.  When I went to bed at 11, I told Steve that I hoped he'd come to bed soon, because I knew that I couldn't go to church by myself.  I knew I'd be too tired and stressed out to handle Isaac all by mself through the whole service.  Anyhow, Steve stayed up late, and will likely sleep in, and because I've been awake for the last two hours, I'll likely just sleep in too.

Poor kid.  He's just bawling.  I wonder if Steve is trying to comfort him or not.  I guess I should go in there again.  Surely, he'll sleep again soon if he's crying this hard.  He must be really tired too.