Let's just say our very early Sunday morning went a little something like this:
Puke, crying, cleaning, "My tummy hurts!" more puke, more crying, more cleaning, shower...and did I mention the puke?
Oh, yes, and this:
Me, trying to pry Gavin's lovie from his hands: "You got sick on it, buddy. It's dirty."
Gavin: "It just wet, Mommy. I shook it on the floor."
Me: Audible sigh
Not to be outdone, of course, Abner took a look at the mess we were dealing with and thought "You might as well clean this up, too" as he took a huge shit on the floor.
Ryan and I could do nothing but laugh, at that point. At least, I think we were laughing. There might have been a few tears.
But, even with all of that, there was also a lot of this: