Why is it that the wicked stomach bug strikes at 1am, so that mama gets to be up all night with sick kiddies, racing to and from bedrooms, bathrooms and utility rooms. And yet, by 10am, when mama is totally, completely, utterly wiped out from no sleep and piles of laundry, those sick tots are miraculously recovered and couldn't possibly be bothered with resting (or allowing dear mama to rest). Oh, the irony.
Forget Tom Cruise's flicks. THIS is Mission Impossible.
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