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Although, last night he did go 4 hours in between feedings, which is a record. Though, I was holding him all those hours. John is gone for the weekend, and the house is trashed. Do I sound like a broken record? I think is is my New Reality. I purposely invited people over for dinner tonight to force myself to get this place semi-cleaned up because I cannot take another minute of the house being such a wreck. Also, I figure it will make the hard evening hours go by faster if Becca has some kids to play with and I have another adult around. But, now I'm wondering how I could be so stupid. When, exactly do I think I'm going to be cleaning up? During naptime? Surely not.
I am definitely stupid. Definitely. Yes, the main part of the house is somewhat cleaner than it was but the germ factor is worse. And the kids went down to the basement (which was clean) and trashed it. And worse, WORSE, Wet Phlegmy was here and apparently her cough has gotten even wetter and phlegmier than it was last week. I was sure she would be better by now. And, worse still, she just hacked her phlegm all over my house this week.
Then, when Andrew was in the swing, I saw her standing right over him, her mouth about 2 inches from his. I swooped in there and picked him up so fast I think I gave everyone whiplash. Including myself.
The three kids that were invited over are a bit.....wild. They hit and scream and bellow and throw things and bang things and gag at dinner and yell at their mom and put their feet on the table and hack their wet phlegm all over the table and put their mouths and noses on my baby. One of them had an ear infection, one of them had the cough, and the other one complained his stomach was hurting.