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We’re Just Going to Ignore the Fact That It Was All My Fault

Two days ago, Quinlan had a fever of 103.5 and was throwing up. She spent the night with me in our bed (David got relegated to…Cian’s bed, I think? Not sure. He’s always the one who gets relegated. All I know is that he helped me change the sheets after Vomit #1, slept through Vomits #2 and 3, and had to take the dog out twice, somewhere around 3 a.m. and 5. So he had to have been close. Though I’m sure he was wishing he were juuuuust a bit further away).  Quinlan’s very pulled together when she’s sick, I have to say. She was feverish and miserable, but woke to tell me she had to barf, did her thing into our handy bucket, politely said, “Mom? I’m finished barfing” and lay back down, each time. She’s a funny one, our Mighty.  One day ago, I embarked on a grand journey to finally figure out how to wear my hair naturally. While one might not think that this ranks on the same troublesome level as a feverish barfer, that one…

We’ll Just Buy a New House When They’re Grown

There’s crayon all over my white sofa table.  And apparently, on my coffee table.  Oh, and marker on the couch, and it won’t come out. In the family room, you’ll see an unidentifiable stain I just found on the family room sofa in the spot where Saoirse usually sits.  Not quite sure how that happened. My children are with me all day.  Which means that this morning, I have pulled sheets out of the dryer only to discover that I also washed one stuffed animal, three plastic hair clips and a Carter’s price tag.  I have had to roll one of those lint brush things over Quinn, then just give up and  change her clothes anyway, because her newfound penchant for rolling around on Luca makes for some furry baby clothes.  Later, I was at the grocery store, putting some produce into a reusable bag, only to pull out a pair of SK’s flip-flops in front of a dumbfounded (and slightly grossed-out) cashier. I’ve discovered chalk dust on dining room chairs, melted crayon in my baby’s nose, my favorite sandals in a toy bin…