Sequence of events since I wrote (on this very blog!) how lucky I am:
1. I get sick. The next day. With a fever and chills... and two small, hyperactive, not-napping-at-the-same-time children to watch all day.
2. I miss my playgroup's monthly Mom's Night Out (see event #1).
3. As soon as I get better, both girls get sick.
4. Jeremy leaves for a work-trip for two days. While the girls are still sick.
5. Our first day home together Savannah barfs on me twice, poops on me once, and pees on her only clean bath towel. Chelsea has a poop accident while out on a walk and we leave her favorite hat behind in our rush to clean up (cue much toddler wailing and gnashing of teeth).
Not so lucky me. C'mon, Karma. Throw me a freakin' bone.
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Okay, I am sorry you've all been sick (I'm right there with you), but it is SO funny to me that Karma kicked you right after posting your "luckiest girl alive" story. That is classic.
Hope you're all feeling better!
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