When Bug gets sick, he coughs, and then he doesn't sleep well. Then he is completely insane the next day(s). Combine this with a cold-for-the-South and rainy winter, a toddler who screams when it's below 20 degrees outside, an apartment with no yard, and a small town with a remarkable lack of things to do. Also, an inability to negotiate when sleep-deprived leads to a lot of the children whacking each other over the head. Sometimes he even whacks me, and 49 pounds of almost-five-year-old hurts quite a surprising amount.
Then, of course, he got pinkeye, and then, of course, he got a bacterial infection, so now we have to put eyedrops in five times a day. Every single time ends with me holding him down on the floor while he screams his head off - he thrashes his head around otherwise, and then the medication doesn't get in them. And then he gets sent to his room to 'calm down' - you know, quit shrieking like a banshee.
I was almost enjoying his company for a few weeks there - we even went to DC together! - and now this. Seriously. Is winter over yet?