So the first week of school has NOT been as I anticipated. Will managed to blow with a vomit virus on day two. Tom marked day 4 with a colossal temper-tantrum both at school and in the middle of the cul de sac (nothing quite like a hysterical 4 y.o. screaming “Mommy doesn’t love me!” to endear your family to the neighbors). Oh and Jack has some kind of nasty cold and insists on coughing all over everyone to emphasize it. BUT, I would like to take the opportunity to extend a shout out to Sam for perpetually getting up with a smile on his face and going to bed the same way. The little bugger is almost always pleasant and unassuming. And in a family of drama queens (kings?) this means he misses out on a considerable amount of attention. Way to go Sam! You’ve made unobtrusive into an art form.
As for me…I’ve caught the vomit virus AND the cold resulting in my falling asleep and drooling on myself this afternoon. Thankfully, the boys didn’t take the house apart despite having both opportunity and means. Despite a rocky start, I have high hopes for Friday. I might even make it to the gym and manage to sweat for the first time in ages. Fingers crossed.
P.S. Here’s what I had to deal with before 7 a.m. this morning: “Mom…I can’t go to school today because I won’t be able to learn because I’ll be spending so much time at the tissue box.” *sniiiiiiff* Yeah. Like I need this @#$%.
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