Last night Hubby did night shift, and I felt remotely smug that I had both girls fed, bathed and asleep at a reasonable time. You see, my kids sense my weaknesses... they have a radar for them, and they use them against me. I am weak, friends. .
So I watched that insane episode of Survivor and went to bed myself. Then, at midnight, Lacey screamed "Lulu is vomiting!" I woke, screamed "Shane!" In an attempt to get him up to help me, except he wasn't there. So I got up quickly, of course creating an intense cramp in my calf so I sprint/hobbled down the hallway to her room... and vomit EVERYWHERE. In bed, wedged in her Thai hair braids, under her bed, on her toys, over the floor, on everything.
Life lesson: don't be smug.
So, this mornings hair appointment was a welcome solo break from reality. Poor, tired Hubby is at home dealing with the aftermath. Lulu was fine this morning, of course.
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