Whoa. Wo? Took me a long time to decide how to spell that.
I'll settle on the poetic version of w o e.
Woe begone. wobegone? Woe. Be. Gone.
In the past two weeks I have mothered, with help from my superbly awesome parental partner in crime and loving husband, 2 kids through the flu, one with an ear infection, and now a dose of pink eye. While I can't say I am entirely saddened to be using another -- albeit my last -- sick day tomorrow, I am ready for our house to return to some semblance of normalcy. At least in health.
While we have absolutely adored the past two days of warmth, not too sorry to see 83 go for now. It's a bit warm for me you know, we are on the cusp of a big booming thunderstorm at the moment. Thankfully it is still pre-bed time, and thankfully only 2 of the three children can speak because those that can are doing nothing but whining and crying and cursing each rumble. I am thankful George the Ancient can't hear every rumble like he used to.
Hey, there's been a study....
Young, childless, married couples are happiest.
Go figure. They really could've saved money researching this and just asked me. I am pretty sure I could've predicted that answer. Guess what, people without children tend to get more sleep. If I have any more pearls of wisdom, I'll be sure to send them this way.
Okay. Off to help with bathtime, enjoy some thunder, prebedtime routines, and Lysol the house in hopes that no one else finds this pink eye bug or anything else for that matter. I just had a huge stabbing pain in my eye. After battling pink eye myself for 2 weeks right before Baby Belle was born, I really don't feel like going that route again.
TTFN. I hear someone speaking of eating boogers. Sounds like a party to me.
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