Yet another weekend

Well, here we are on the cusp of another weekend. I don't think I've ever used that word before - cusp - but I quite like it. Makes me feel a bit like Jean-Luc Picard to say it outloud. And who doesn't love Jean-Luc, really?

No big plans for today or the rest of the weekend. I need to do laundry and clean up the house and would like to scrap. We'll go to church if Ethan is well enough (read: less fussy/clingy) to go to the nursery. If he's not, I'll probably send Greg and Natalie anyway. Ethan's fever finally broke yesterday, but he was a big grump all day. Very sensitive and fussy. Then he woke up in the night. Greg got him and he ended up screaming bloody murder (Ethan, not Greg) for quite a while. I finally got up since I could hear that Greg wasn't able to find anything that would calm Ethan down at all. Surprisingly, as soon as I picked Ethan up, he stopped screaming. He put his head on my shoulder and tried to sleep, I think. We rocked for a little while and then I put him back in bed - but it didn't last long. I was up and down with him for about another hour, so I'm dragging this morning.

Other than that, no news. My sink is full of dirty dishes again...will it ever end?? Oh, I did start reading a proper book last night, for the first time in quite a long time, it seems. I've started LOTR. Nothing like a challenge, eh?