After a night of sleepless sleep, because of poor Tasha’s tummy aches and fever, I awoke to Kevin having acquired Ammon’s cold, Tasha moaning in pain and Annika crying with a bad diaper rash. And me….barely awake and wishing I could go back to yesterday and start over.
My morning continued with three people wanting me at the same time and me wondering how I was supposed to split myself into three and meet all the demands. Did I mention my trash can is FULL, but I haven’t had a moment to get dressed so I can take it out?
The rest of my day, I’m sure, holds exciting things like, a trip to the doctor where they’ll ask me to pay $30 and tell me there’s nothing they can do for Tasha and attempting to pack and clean while slapping more vaseline on Annika’s bottom and making herbal tea for Kevin’s throat.