Erp.

So, Thing 2 started puking on Wednesday night. Then I started up in the middle of the night on Thursday. DPlayer apparently is Mr. Important Man At Work and hauled ass to his job and my saintly mother came and rescued poor Thing 2 from a day of television and cookie crumbs while I lay on the bathroom floor and in the bed with Thing 3, who also wanted in on the puking action. Every time this business strikes, I remember how awful it is, and then it fades into memory.

Pray that Mr. President (Thing 1) doesn't get it, he has escaped so far. Now I'm off to scour the house with bleach and since it's already spic-and-span from the ridiculous CPS overreaction I had yesterday (SO WHAT SHUT UP), it shouldn't be too difficult.