Rushing to the work doctor, back again to pick kids up at school.
We had lunch, a fight with Son#1 who refused to study for a test on Friday.
Rushing to the dentist, then grocery shopping, Son#1's drawing class.
Home to drop the shopping off, back to pick up Son#1, who then managed to cut his head open on his way to the car.
Blood STREAMING down his face, and Son#3 tells me that he is going to vomit.
In between, I made a gazillion treats for Son#3's LAST day at kindergarten tomorrow, which I fear he'll miss out on.
In a nutshell, my day.
Son#3 lies in a sad little heap next to my bed.
We get up every 15 minutes.
It's going to be a loooooong night.
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