One for the Books

Oh my gosh. Today is a day. I have no voice and I'm at home alone with James. It's just as stressful and trying as you are probably imagining it to be. Last night Doug and I were laughing (when I could still squeak a voice) about what today would be like. Well, I'm here today and not laughing. I don't even sneeze right - it sounds like a mouse clogged in a vacuum cleaner. And James. Poor James. He is so frustrated with me today and I can't do anything about it. I couldn't even sing to him before his nap. I can't even talk to him!!!! He is totally calling all the shots and is getting away with everything. I mean, would you stop knocking over the trash can if your Mom was whispering to stop? Not likely. However, I will find the positive in today: Thank goodness for sign language, thank goodness for the z-pack my wonderful doctor called into Walgreens for me after 'talking' with me this morning and thank goodness that Doug will be home in 5 hours. I think I can ... I think I can ...