Last Sunday I woke up to a feverish Matthew, mysterious throw up in the front room and Phoebe and Beatrix puddle jumping in dog pee. Beatrix even had a few chunks of throw up in her hair.
It was horrifyingly disgusting.
I threw the girls in the bath and scrubbed them down. Then I scrubbed down all the floors. It was the worst morning wake up call ever.
The good news is that compared to all of that, pretty much anything else feels like a cakewalk.
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