Welcome to the Jungle, aka Barfageddon 2012 (aka Casa de BlahBlah for almost an entire week last week). Yup. I hesitate to even write it, because I think you all must think a) DANG, does she ever clean her house, or does she just recycle sick germs? b) Her kids are ALWAYS sick, or c) some variation of both of those.
I won't go into the graphic details, but suffice it to say I now realize I hadn't truly parented until I was running back and forth between numerous sick kids, and had to stop to barf myself. Add to that fun about 1,987 loads of laundry (for each time someone got sick on their bed, towel, clothing, the cat, whatever), and you have a shitastic Thanksgiving holiday week.
Because NO ONE was in a mood to eat anything (besides soda crackers and flat ginger ale) on Turkey Day, we celebrated yesterday. It's a good thing I had these photos from a week or two ago to post, because had I felt like taking any photos last week, you would have seem the same big grey sweat pants and sweatshirt for several days in a row. Glamorous.
Don't hate the playa.
I'm not even going to say "thankfully everyone is over it," because anytime I say that, the Sick Gods strike again, and it seems to be with something worse than the time before. At this rate, we're all going to end up with malaria. Instead, let's just watch my pretend girlfriend Pink cover a little G-n-R. It's just what the doctor ordered.
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