I am dragging butt today. The 23 month old decided to throw up at 12:45 last night. This, of course, woke up the 3 year old, who started throwing a fit about how he wanted me to sleep with him (I have no idea why. Maybe he was exhausted and a little delirious). I was trying to rinse pink, chunky vomit out of the sheets and not loose my temper with the 3 year old. I think I did pretty well. There was a little yelling...
I am seriously so tired I can't think of anything to say. I had a whole blog planned out in my head, but it's gone now. Don't you just hate that? I think I'll just cut my losses and try to pick up tomorrow!
