I usually say "The morning comes early," which isn't a lie. It usually does.
But when you never get to go to bed, the morning looks far off, indeed.
The girl brought home yuck-foo (the crud, stomach bug, virus, whatever) on Friday and she's gracefully shared it with us. The man started feeling it around 9:00 last night. I got it around midnight and now the boy has woken up. He hasn't horked yet but he knows he doesn't feel right so he and the man are soothing their sick bellies with Batman cartoons while I fiddle on the computer and wait for the next wave.
At least it's a school holiday.
Hope everyone stays yuck-foo-free.
December 3, 2013 - Thank You, Robbie!
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