Eldest--102 degree fever since yesterday afternoon, throwing up since 5:30a.m. this morning.
Baby--raging diarrhea, teething, starting Terrible Twos.
Middle--General Rottenness, starting Tortuous Threes.
# of days before I get my period: 3
Need I say more? No. Oh, but I will...
# of times I went to the bathroom alone today: 0
# of time outs given: 2
# of idle threats bellowed: at least 15
# of times I threatened Middle that I was ripping up our tickets to Edaville Railroad: 3
# of degrees outside: 85 with about 100% humidity, thus adding to the general miserableness In the Trenches today.
# of times I schlepped up to the 120 degree garage attic to lug down
# on the clock when I uncorked the wine: 4:45
# of days until we board a plane out of Boston at 5:40 a.m. (yes, Hubby and I are absolutely insane) to get out of the Trenches to go to Myrtle Beach on "vacation" (because it's not a REAL vacation with the kids in tow, right?): 11
# of times I felt like I was losing it today: immeasurable.
Here's hoping that the "sun'll come out Tomorrow..."