Mark's darn near guaranteed callback by Friday for the job didn't come through. This is not to say he didn't get the job, or that we're any less certain he'll get an offer (well, OK, so our ego took a hit, and we've gone from 99.9% to just 99% certain). But not hearing meant we couldn't do a number of things this weekend to start the move out process (the first of which being to notify our apartment complex on Oct 1 of a move out date so we didn't end up owing them November's rent despite the fact that we'll be moving out before the end of October--we're really not happy about this).
Add on to this all the illness running rampant between the Drew Monster, Momma, and Daddy, and you've got a recipe for a bunch of cranky folks. We tried to distract ourselves from the job situation and the colds, but there's only so much of that you can do. Especially when Drewbie had a very fussy day yesterday. I had moved away from the exhaustion phase of the cold into the all-over bodyache phase. Mark was in the exhaustion phase. Drew is ahead of the game and was probably somewhere between all-over bodyache and energetic enough to do things as if he were healthy but the flesh is still not quite there yet. Sigh.
By the way, today's Drewbie Monday post has been shuffled to Wednesday, in honor of the little runt's birthday. We have cupcakes standing by for demolition.