This wonderful bug has been going around at work, and despite my valiant efforts to leave it there, I have somehow managed to bring it home and share it with my children. Poor babies. Please pray for us. Christmas vacation was to end for Reagan today, but he's in bed. Ciaran and Bridget are both throwing up, and we're taking bets on how long it will be before Piper gets it.
Still, is it odd that I find something special about mothering sick kids? Maybe it's the nurse in me.
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