So remember my rant yesterday?
Someone decided I hadn’t learned to meaning of tired or busy.
Because Evan came down with a fever last night. At midnight, I could fry an egg on his head, but at least I caught all the vomit in the bowl.
Let’s get the count straight: One sick preschooler. One potty-training toddler. One nursing infant.
Mama’s sleep: 1 hr + 2.5hr + 2hr = one tired mama.
And Daddy, while he might be putting in 12 hour days, dealing with jerk clients, inadequate sales staff and partner, sleeping without sheets, taking cold showers, just might be the lucky one. At least he gets to go out for sushi.