Well, the weekend is over. I can't say I am sorry to see it go.
Will seems to be feeling a bit better, but his poor bottom is so raw. It's like one gigantic welt with other welts on top of it. We have been giving him oatmeal baths and are trying this powder on the advice of a friendly pharmacist that I literally started crying with yesterday. Okay, I wasn't sobbing or anything, but I had tears in my eyes. I feel so helpless when Will is sick. I know that we can't do anything but wait it out. I know it's nothing serious and that a little bout of diarrhea is not going to kill him, but I just hate that it's been since last Thursday that he's had what I would call a decent meal. I hate that he winces as I go for the flaps on his diaper. I hate that he looks as if he's lost weight when I see him nakey.
M seems to be better but it was a rough weekend for us. We were sniping at each other by yesterday - too much "together" time. We barely left the house and I think with the dreary weather, sickness, and everything else, it was just. . . a lot.
So, I am glad it's Tuesday and that, hopefully, everyone is on the mend soon. I could really use a break, but I don't see me getting one until sometime in 2025. . . or so!