…and guess who called me out of work on Monday afternoon to deal with the leftovers of said day? Childcare.
We are becoming a sickly family. I admit it. I'm the girl that "never gets sick." Except, that isn't true anymore. I get sick, but I function. My husband gets sick, he sort of functions. My toddler gets sick and he watches movies. BUT, when Mack gets sick, he makes us all pay for it. Is there anything worse than a sick, strong-willed 15 month old?
He hasn't slept through the night in days and decided to give up naps too. Food? Nope, only prefers liquids. Up/Down, Inside/Outside, Mommy/Daddy…none of those really seems like good option for the longterm.
So he whines. And whines. And whines. And we deal.
Unfortunately--or fortunately in California's dire case--Puxatony Phil saw his shadow, so we have six more weeks of common cold/flu bugs hanging around.
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