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Being home with a sickieboo, I got to do my nails.
That was one productive thing. Eric was working from home so Jake and I got to get out for our Mom's group. But I got to go with happy nails, and some coffee creamer, the gals love it when I bring new coffee creamer to try. They missed me last time, I didn't make it at all.
I was on the chase.
Chasing after Jacob is a full time gig.
Not only do we have to keep him away from the Christmas trees, but now we have to keep him out of the bathroom, because he's learned how to sticky finger his brothers' toothbrushes.
No toothbrush is safe.
And when he gets one, he brushes his teeth with it, and does a little dance.
The dance is rather adorable.
Princess was not amused.
But see, here's my sweetboy, he's feeling better.
He actually was feeling good enough that I had to raise my voice at him, aka he was feeling good enough to be obstinate. So I'll take that as a good sign. He spent most of his time just parked on the couch, watching tv, his favorite thing to do, so he was in an excellent mood, until he had to move. Just the one big of pukies, but I made him carry around a puke bucket all evening just the same.
Having more than one boy home all day is purely exhausting to Princess.
I understand, me too Prinny, me too.
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