It could always be...

You know you're having a run of it when the only way to cheer yourself is to imagine how much worse it could be.

Little Guy got a virus on Friday and spent the better part of the weekend moaning and whining and not sleeping. A virus on top of the stitched ear. Today he tugged his good ear and said it hurt.

Good grief.

Yes, a raging ear infection in the good ear. He's been glued to me since Thursday and I'm tired. All that on top of a bunch of other stuff that has been going on with me. Stuff I won't go into, because, well - you know, it could always be worse.

But then again, it could always be better.