Oh heaven help me it's only Wednesday.
PJ woke up in the middle of the night and threw up all over my bed. Everyone out of the pool, mommy now has to do laundry at 4am.
The boys went right into their beds (where they SHOULD have been in the FIRST PLACE!!!) and the grownups sat up while I did laundry and changed out the sheets.
Everyone went back to bed and PJ threw up again only this time all over HIS bed.
Up again, more laundry.
Two more bouts of vomiting and I declared this day officially toast. He's clearly NOT feeling well. This however does not stop him from whining about going out and doing something today.
It's driving me insane.
I tell him we aren't going anywhere because he's sick. He tells me he's FINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I tell him to eat something, he says everything is too much food.
I tell him he's sick. He tells me he's not.
He is currently taking a nap, or at least on his way to taking a nap. This kid NEVER and I mean NEVER naps.
My head is going to explode and I have two days left on this spring break...
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