I’m Going to Need That Caffeine IV. STAT.

Remember how I said yesterday that M’s the best husband ever and was letting me go to bed at 8 p.m.?

M is still the best husband ever. I, however, fail at going to bed early. Or you know, at all.

I took a nap before dinner. That was probably my biggest mistake, because when I got upstairs last night, I started reading. And it was one of those books where you’re not that tired, so you don’t want to put it down. The next thing I knew, I finished it. And then started reading something else. I think I finally really fell asleep at about 5:30 this morning. At 7, Butter woke me up with the Butter Fashion Show because he can dress himself now and wondered why he couldn’t button the jeans he had put on. [So I'm a bit behind on clearing smaller sizes out of their closet.]

In his defense, Little Bear slept like a log last night. I would have been much crankier if he’d been up off and on like he had the night before. [Did I mention he and I spent some quality time watching Titanic documentaries because he would. not. go. to sleep. at 2 a.m. on Sunday?] Then he gave us a stunning display of digestive pyrotechnics on the way to church. [Movie reference anyone?] M brought him home, cleaned him up, and came back to get Butter and me after the service. My car still smells faintly of vomit [note to self: must Febreeze car again tonight] and I had to figure out how to get the cover off of his car seat. THAT was all kinds of fun. I did it, though.

Can I just have my healthy kids back? I’m kind of over dealing with the vomit and other bodily functions. I realize this is all part of parenting, but REALLY!?

PSA to my kids: SHARING IS CARING, EXCEPT IN THE CASE OF ILLNESS. YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO SHARE YOUR SICKNESS WITH YOUR BROTHER. Ahem.

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