K:  You are gonna have to walk home from the train station today.

It was a cruel thing to do, since he went in late this morning after we took Nathan to the doctor's YET AGAIN.  Between 3 well visits and 4 calls for illness (cold from his brother--check.  thrush--check.  not pooping for days and DAYS--check), we just absolutely positively HAD to go again.  This time was for the smoker's cough he has developed at 2 1/2 weeks.  I swear I checked all his pockets and not a pack of Marlboro's to be found.  Maybe he already quit and it's just the emphysema.

Or the croup.  Or is it just croup?  Is calling it "the croup" like saying "the diabetes?"  I don't know.  All I know is that only a steamy shower fixes it.  A steamy shower that creates so much steam that when a person goes to turn the light off, she shocks her hand, arm and entire torso.  And not in a good way.  In a "when is my privacy not going to tingle anymore" kind of way. 

On a phone call to Renee not long after:

K:  What is the worst thing that could happen to me?

Other than having to take my son to the pediatrician's office YET AGAIN, forgetting my husband had office hours for class after work, going to pick him up at the train station with two screaming kids anyway only to realize that he had office hours, taking two screaming kids to Trader Joe's to buy food only to realize at the checkout that I didn't have my wallet, telling The Boy to stay out of the puddle by the truck only to have him fall INTO the puddle and sit there crying without getting out of the puddle...

Renee:  Someone wants to come over to see the house.
K:  Bingo.  The same people that called the other night to see the house that after an hour of cleaning, never showed up.  Those people.  And did I mention that Derek won't be home to help?
Renee:  You poor thing.

Yes.  Poor thing I am.  In more ways than one. 

It's not that I envisioned it being easier.  I just envisioned it with less whining and crying.  And that's just me.