Rinse, Repeat

I wish I could say that we all felt awesome today and that we went out and had many adventures. But, nope!

Paprika woke up feeling fine. Mr. Mustard called the doc and decided not to go in because she didn't have a fever, and she was pretty much back to her old self.

Then about an hour later, she threw up all over our couch. Our leather couch. The same couch that she threw up on back in November. The same couch that she drew on with ballpoint pen in December. The same one that our dog shredded, and our cat clawed, and...need I go on? It's just a couch, I know. But now it is a very smelly couch and probably should be replaced...but then I figure, if we get a new one, that will get ruined, too!

I was up pretty much all night with Ginger. She is catching this cold, and she is so stuffed up that she doesn't sleep for more than 30-40 minutes at a stretch.

On top of that, I am really sick. You know that saying: No time off for good behavior? Well, that's how I'm feeling at the moment!

Mr. Mustard is back working on The Amazing Race. He works a lot, and I am trying to figure out how to manage his very long, very odd hours, two sick kids, myself being sick, all on an overwhelming lack of sleep.

Calgon, take me away!!!!