The Boys Are Surviving

Well, it's day two of the Daddy-William Vacation, and they're surviving, but just barely. William has three monster mosquito bites on his face and head--one on his cheek, one behind his ear, and one right above his forehead. Ed is about as cranky as I've ever seen him by the time I get home, and I can only hope that he is way more pleasant with William than he has been with me. What a grouch. It bothers me that he isn't more cheerful, and that he doesn't seem to be enjoying this opportunity to spend time with William. Sometimes I feel like William is just one big inconvenience to Ed. But to be fair, Ed is not a patient person, and I think he just pents up all his frustrations all day long and then lets them out on me. Not that that's fair, but I don't want to give the impression that Ed is not a good dad. I think it's just going to be a long week--for all of us.

I'm not sure if William is having fun or not. Today he only took a one-hour nap, so he was quite manic when I got home. I held him while I made dinner (which was quite an impressive feat, I may add! I made the garlic Parmesan pork chops.) and he was starving by the time I fed him. He actually ate the same dinner we did, and ate an entire pork chop! But he finished before we actually got everything together and sat down, so it wasn't exactly a family meal. I'm still working on the whole timing thing! He got a popsicle while we sat down and ate, and when he finished, he got down and started pushing the vacuum cleaner all over the house. It made us laugh because he was so tired that he would practically fall apart if the vacuum cleaner hit an obstacle or he couldn't get it to go in the direction he wanted. Poor guy!

Tomorrow afternoon is William's 15-month well visit. He'll get a few shots, so I imagine he'll be pretty grumpy when I get home. I need to write down some questions for Ed to ask the doctor. I hate not going to the appointment, but I need to save all the sick leave that I can. For now it's off to bed. I'm letting William cry this week (for the umpteenth time), so we'll see how tonight goes.