I. Am. So. Over. This. Week.
The stress of the trio's well-check, weight checks, shots, WIC office, and health department waiting room was enough.
I had no intentions of being unable to console James late last night while he suffered night terrors.
I did not expect to spend my morning cleaning up Jackson's vomit out of rugs and clothes.
I certainly didn't plan for the dryer to stop working as I tried to dry the vomit stained clothes.
I did not want to ignore Maddie and Amelia because James whimpered inconsolably unless I held him. All. Day. Long.
I hated that it poured/sleeted all day and we couldn't even play outside for some much needed fresh air.
I could have really, really used a personal day today!
That is all.