We have one child who is acting like a terror and barely resembles the sweet little boy he used to be and a sick one who thinks the only medicine that works is to keep us awake all night. WE CAN'T ESCAPE THEIR TORTURE.
This morning the alarms went off and we both answered it with a 'fuck you'. Of course this meant that instead of getting up between 6 - 6:30 we woke up at 7 and could barely get through our mourning routine as our eyes were still shut.
I threatened to shove a red hot poker up Bo's ass if he even thought of making decafe this morning. He obeyed like a good boy. I have every intention of drinking that whole damn pot.
On a happier note:
Daddy ran to the store this morning to pick up the best thing for your stuffy nose. A syringe/booger sucker. Mama is looking forward to holding you down and sucking that shit out.
You'll forgive me, since I have had no more than 5 hours of sleep in the past week thanks to you.
Love ya muches, Mama...mwahahahaha