I'd like to publicly declare to this week from you-know-where, (ok Hell, that's where): I forfeit. You win. 3 sick kids is even worse than one sick kid. Go figure. I feel really sad for them, and they take turns waking me up at night--just to make sure I don't get more than 2 solid hours or anything crazy like that. But at 3 am, getting soaked in vomit by one baby while the other screams in her crib I figured "hey at least it can't get worse." I am tired and feel totally our of control, so I'm just surviving and hoping I can catch my breath over the weekend. And that next week isn't such a you-know-what.
Looks like this, feels like this
2 comments:
You go girl! So sorry your week was hellish. Wishing you THREE straight hours tonight! Just kidding. Hope you gets lots more than that plus a nap tomorrow! I hate being so tired it hurts
:) it gets nicer when they get older and can clean up their own throw up and even help clean up the younger ones messes.
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