I'm supposed to be doing all of this stuff- Hanen workshop at Matthew's school this morning, allergist's office later, Lyme doctor tomorrow- and now I'm suddenly sick as a dog. :(

I haven't been sleeping well- I think I'm paranoid that somebody's going to break into my house (and we did hear a suspicious banging outside the bedroom window last night). That and I stopped taking this med. that knocks my ass out at night.. So Lauren kind of startled me when I looked up and she was standing on the side of my bed. She told me she needed socks on (she was cold). I went into her room, grabbed some socks, and put them on her. Tucked her in, and like 5 minutes later I heard this coughing- coughing very much like mine. (We sound like seals). I go check on her, and realize she's crying. Then she says to me "I wanted my Old Navy socks!". Ok, dude. It's the wee hours of the morning, and this girl cares about what brand of socks she's wearing?! WTF!! The kid is only FIVE, people.