*start rant*
The house is a mess. I have a party to throw tonight - and after spending 4 hours at the hospital last night, I feel completely wiped of any ounce of energy I might be able to count on. Emma was diagnosed with "mild pneumonia" so she is now on antibiotics, and it appears Sophie is in the same boat. That will mean *another* trip to the hospital, as she will also need xrays to confirm. I have to get groceries, and change for the yard sale tomorrow. I have to sort through all of the stuff and prep it for tomorrow morning - just another task Ive taken on that I don't have the juice for. Surely there couldn't be anything else that could go wrong? SURE, why not - let's throw some freshly fallen snow into the bloody mix, just for flavor! If I get through the next 42 hours alive, I am treating myself to some kind of reward. Tim & I are both as drained as we could possibly be... but we're still trucken'.
*end rant*
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