Sunday, March 12, 2006
(Warning: do not read further if you have not ever cared for children. It’s not good.)
I have three sick boys and I am not feeling too well myself after wiping three butts (four, counting mine). Middlest Boy had the Mother of All Poops all over the downstairs bathroom. While cleaning up Middlest Boy I went upstairs to find clothes for him and discovered Bigglest Boy sitting on the toilet and throwing up into the bathtub. Uggh. Monsieur is holding Littlest Boy in the rocking chair now, Middlest Boy is (mercifully) engrossed in the TV and Bigglest Boy fell asleep on the couch.
Dear goodness, I just felt the beginnings of a sore throat. Make it stop.
I want my mommy.