The toddler is sick.
The baby is sick.
I am starting to feel iffy.
Darling Husband is working the backshift, so he’s sleeping during the day and working all night.
It’s lunchtime and I haven’t gotten a chance to put on my makeup yet. That just proves the situation is DIRE, folks. Because Mama doesn’t miss her makeup for anything!
Pray that I don’t run out of the house (alone) because I can’t take the toddler’s constant hacking and snotting on me anymore.