(Do I hear a round of applause?)
Also, Son#2 is turning a full, enormous 7 tomorrow.
Gifts to buy, treats to prepare.
He and I spent our early evening last night on a giant, smoking nebulizer when his asthma got a bit out of control and I took him to the hospital.
He woke again at 4, and then woke Son#3.
Sigh.
My days start early.
I study small bits in between kids and hospitals and midlifecrisised husband and groceries.
Every little bit helps.
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