I hate asthma

David's been coughing again...he woke up at 1 AM from coughing...so I had to give him a nebulizer. He fought me and resisted, screaming, hitting...it was awful. Poor Avery was watching this whole thing transpire, since she couldn't go to sleep. At midnight I taught her how to play solitaire, since I couldn't stay awake much longer, and I wanted to give her something non-TV to do...but she's never really dealt with a full deck of cards, so I taught her her suits, and the number of cards, and what's the highest and lowest in the deck. We went through a game of Klondike, I think is the name of this particular game...there's tons of versions. Anyway. She's learning. It was magic just having her and going through the rules of the game: red and black alternate, going down, except for aces which go up and the same suit, and on and on. No interruptions from the boys who were asleep...Jared in my bed, and David in his.

David fell asleep upright on the couch last night before they even got here at about 8:30. He was tired! Jared and Avery ate McDonald's that their dad bought...and I put David in his bed. He didn't even know they were here. When he woke up later, he didn't even act surprised that they were here. I got a kick out of that. Avery was so helpful with David through the nebulizer thing, turning on the nebulizer for me while David fought with me to get the thing off...he said the smoke was from a fire, and he didn't want his medicine. That was so hard. I cried when it was all over...poor Avery went to sleep at 2:30 finally. Slept until about 11. what a night. I slept on the couch. Avery and Jared in my bed. David slept on the floor next to me, or on the couch on me, which didn't work out too well. I couldn't believe how quickly morning came...