“Mommy, I gotta frow up!”

“Mommy, I gotta frow up!”

That was my wake-up call at 530, followed by a horking sound and a splashing sound.   Middle Child is sick.

You know, enough.

I am super tired of grossness.

There was barf everywhere. Mattress, wall, floor…  our comforter, which is now destroyed.

It’s fine.  It’s par for the course. It’s part of parenthood.

But yeah.  This is today.

 

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