Both kids, all night. Barfy, barf, barf. Luckily my husband is of the competent and thoughtful variety. He manned the washing machine, which looks ten years older today. Once I got the kids to sleep, I lay down and tried to convince myself I wasn't feeling barfy, until 4:30 this morning. Then I got a turn in the no fun chair.
The kids are bickering and crashing around. A sure sign of health. I ate three oyster crackers and a glass of water, so I am pretty good too. The nice thing is that I just blogged from my cozy bed for the first time ever. I had no idea it would be so easy. I just need a mini fridge in here, and a hot plate....
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