The good news Carts is at 100% oxygen. The bad news is that he still sounds pretty bad.
But he's getting better and maybe… maybe we'll be out tomorrow. Of course I'm not holding my breath.
I've done every puzzle in the playroom but this Mickey Mouse one was just horrible, so many pieces missing.
ET visited Carts yesterday and tonight. He's really missing his brother and Mom. The whole thing is really throwing him off. A child's universes depends on schedules and the boys' has been derailed this week.
So hopefully tomorrow we'll be told that Carts is good to come home and we can get things back to normal around here. I really don't like sleeping in a semi-empty house. And as much as I complain, I miss all the screaming and fighting that goes on with the boys every day. I just want everyone home.