<p>Last week we dealt with yet another episode of diarrhea.&#0160; My life centered around the BRAT diet and the thankless task of wiping an adorable little butt.&#0160; It got to the point where I was slipping poop into normal conversation without any pretense of it making sense:</p>

<p>FRIEND:&#0160; “Are you guys going to Deb’s 40th birthday party?”</p>

<p>ME:&#0160; “So the poop? It was a mustard-y color yesterday, but as soon as we gave him the grape Pedialyte it turned the color and texture of green Play-Doh.”</p>

<p>I’m a lot of fun to be around these days, obviously.</p>

<p>To complicate things, I can’t stay indoors for longer than 24 hours without going stir crazy.&#0160; I try to have an activity everyday, even if somedays all I do is meet a friend for coffee.&#0160; I was fortunate to meet a few cool moms during those heady early months of motherhood, when “mom-dates” filled the hours between feedings and crying jags (mine, not the baby’s).&#0160; Boy, am I glad that’s over!&#0160; Now I have a great weekly playgroup and hang out with one-on-one with some of the moms a few times a week.&#0160; It’s great because we support each other and blah blah (the truth is that we laugh a lot and make fun of other people - not that the two aren&#39;t related).</p>

<p>ANYWAYS, I tell you this because The Boy finally got over his diarrhea, only to catch the <u>Worst Cough Ever</u>.&#0160; His coughing fits sound pretty scary to me, but the pediatrician says not to worry unless it starts to sound like a barking dog(?!).&#0160; Otherwise we need to turn on the humidifier (which we’ve had on all winter- duh) and give him plenty of fluids. </p>

<p>I haven’t left the house in 3 days.&#0160; Not even the pediatrician will see us in person.&#0160; The Husband?&#0160; He’s also sick, but still drags his ass to work. </p>

<p>So it’s just The Boy and me in germy exile.&#0160; </p>

<p>Maybe it’s payback for all that poop talk last week.</p>
