I mean physcically sick. What is it in the mommy gene that makes you immune to snot and vomit and all the other yucky body fluids, that previously would make you want to hurl? Poor Goober was sick first, I checked on her before I left for work at 2 in the morning. When I picked them up from daycare, I guess she had thrown up in the middle of the night. No biggie, just an upset tummy. Then Bug gets sick...there is no better alarm clock than the sound of your child throwing up next to your ear... Poor thing, so I snuggle and cuddle her all day. Then I get sick then Hubby gets sick, then Goober gets a cold and pink eye. Yup, no daycare all week. I still have to work so I go in at midnight then come home and take care of the girls. It has been a fun week. Goober still has a cold but no Pink Eye. Now Bug, she has a raspy hacking cough. What's worse about it is that she cries every time she coughs. So I make princess tea. Peppermint tea with milk and sugar...served of course on real china(thank you goodwill). I can't wait for this cold season to end.
Oh yeah...So our animals are not allowed in the same room that we are eating in, so I yell at Dementia (our westie) to get out...Goober chases her out of the room shouting "OUT OUT". Then Bug stands in the doorway and says, "I am obstructing Mentia's way." What three year old talks like that and understands? Poor Bug...Many nerd fights in her future.
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