Numbers Don't Lie.

8: the number of toes I have that currently are able to move. 4: the number of times Wes ran out of the bed to the bathroom with the stomach virus 5: total combined hours of sleep had by Wes and myself - we alternated last night. I won out on taking care of Trenton since Wes is contagious. It was a rough night. I ran into the dog and somehow, his (Baxter) paw went between my two last toes. I fall to the floor crying, Wes runs to the bathroom - sick, and Baxter is just confused as to where to go. Thankfully, Trenton slept through the madness! We were all home this morning and poor Trenton was at a loss. His Daddy was sick and his Mommy was moving slower than he was. He really took advantage of it. I think he ran around the couch and touched everything he was not supposed to. Yes, I called my Father, but there really is nothing I can do. I am at work, attempting to be helpful, but it hurts. I have broken toes before, but nothing like this one. So, even though we out number Trenton this morning, he won. 1 baby getting run of the house because of 2 broken parents.