Son#3 is really, really not feeling well.
We spent the night together in his tiny toddler bed, getting up every ten minutes or so to run to the bathroom.
The dreaded stomach bug has reaped its third victim.
I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m.
The sun is shining today, and I'm lying in bed with my last child, watching cartoons.
I wish I could stay home every day.
I'd make a most excellent housewife.
Ha!
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