BLERGH for another dramatic toddler + allergy night. It was a total horror show. Our washing machine was totally at capacity this morning. If that isn’t the sign of a bad night, I don’t know what is. (And B’s pediatrician is currently on holidays, so we aren’t booked in until next week Friday. Which is just as well, because I don’t know how on earth I’d manage to bring her in today.)
It’s been a long week. I was barely keeping it together last night (okay, full confession: I *may* have cried to my husband). And then today started at 4 AM. At least I’m pretty much guaranteed that B will have an early bedtime.
JUST MAKE IT TO SATURDAY NIGHT, LINDSAY. YOU CAN DO IT.