I swear to god that this'll be my last super-negative post for a while. Henry has about the worst case of chicken pox that we've ever seen. We've had to cancel our spring break trip (a week in D.C. with my little sister and her family) -- something the boys and I have looked forward to for months.
We're all bummed and sad, and I don't feel like writing anything, actually.
Help me, Rhonda.
No sympathy needed, but I might start mainlining heroin or something.