What my life has shrunk to

Tristan is finally feeling better. Thank God. He doesn't just get a little sick - he gets a lot sick. He doesn't just get an ear infection - he gets a double ear infection. He doesn't just get a cold - he gets pneumonia. You get the picture. So anyway, Tanner now has "something". I don't know if it is the same thing because he just doesn't act sick or if it is related to a food allergy (worried about wheat). The point here is - with all the diapers I have changed in the past week and a half, and Tanner's relentless diaper rash, my life has literally consisted of changing 9 million poopy diapers a day and hunting down the best diaper rash cream (triple paste, btw) and making sure nobody gets dyhydrated. Lovely. This weekend, Big Daddy Meow is changing all the diapers. My poor, cracked hands need a freaking break. My psyche needs a break. My NOSE needs a break.