Yes, I lay blame squarely at his feet. It's all his fault. He is entirely to blame.
He got sick.
And because he got sick he got it longer, worser and was sicker than any of the rest of us combined. And worser is a word in my house. Go ask my daughter if you don't believe me. She'll tell you it's true.
Dare I say more???
I think not.
I'm linking up with Sunday over at Adventures in Extreme Parenthood today. Go clickety-click on over and see what I'm talking about. She does great things.
We entered Spring Break and at exactly the same time as we do every morning, at 7:01 with my son coming in and announcing to the free world, "MOM, IT'S 7:01AM, TIME TO GET UP!!!!!"
I don't know why I thought today would be any different but it wasn't.
Darned if he didn't go racing downstairs and proceeded to play his i-Touch. I let things go on for about an hour and said, "Hey guys, lets turn those things off and eat some breakfast."