Sick Days

Surprise, surprise, Tomoyuki is sick again this week. He developed a really nasty cough Friday night, and it just kept getting worse. We took him to the doctor Sunday, and I took him back on Monday. He had breathing treatments done at the hospital, and the doctor gave me some Singular to give him, to help clear him up and allow him to sleep a bit more peacefully. Today (Wednesday), he is doing so much better. He's not coughing much, and he's sleeping much better. Let's just hope he keeps improving.
At the peak of his sickness. His idea of total relaxation; watching cartoons naked with a cup of milk.

He was looking pretty sickly in that picture. He looks much healthier, and much happier today. And looking to be having a very lively conversation on Daddy's cell phone, jumping up in the air.

I woke up this morning, and upon entering our living room, was thoroughly disgusted by what I found. It was just an absolute mess. It truly looked like a bomb had went off. And, I know it sounds like an excuse, but 95% of it was my son's doing. He just destroys the place. And, looks so very happy while doing it. When I was a pre-teen/teenager, I was very messy. I didn't care in the slightest about organization, or things looking neat and tidy. I tend to assume that my family and friends still regard me as messy, disorganized, and not caring about cleanliness at all. But, it's the total opposite that I'm an adult. I LOVE being organized, neat ... I just love for the place to look good. I want to live in a nice, clean area. Of course, with an almost two year old around that often proves impossible. Here's a couple pictures of how I found the living room this morning:

 There's the master of disaster himself, surveying the damage.

I couldn't even begin to concentrate with the place looking so awful, so I got right down to cleaning up. After sweeping, mopping, dusting, throwing things away, assembling that alphabet puzzle, putting the slide back where it belongs, here's what it came out as:

Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself! I love how that little boy is in the picture walking around with my slippers on. haha. That's him!

Ahh, the joys of being a Mother, right? I know that I start to freak out sometimes, and I get so mad at myself for that. I love my son dearly, though, no matter how much of a crazy nut he can be. He does bring his share of stress to the household, but we'd be far more miserable without him, him illnesses, and his giant messes. :)

Well, that's about all I've got for today. Take care!