So this is happening. Again.
This season of illness is so not fucking around.
This season has not been kind to my child in terms of illness, but she has so much content to pull from for her eventual award-winning collection of poetry.
Sharing my bed with the other kid this week.
Having more than one child doesn’t double or triple the work. It multiplies it to the nth degree. And then laughs at you.
Seasonal allergies are getting the full blame for this, and when they send me hate mail I will publish it.
If you have a testimony about any home remedies for a cold, I am currently looking for religion.
If sleeping with our children is what evolution intended, then evolution is intent on wiping out our species.
In fifteen years she’ll be spending her weekends just like this but for very different reasons.
… stuffy head, fever.. why yes I DO memorize all cold medicine commercials. What?