Saturday Anna got sick.
My second thought was “Ohhh, poor little thing”.
My first thought was “Shit”.
That was my first thought because whenever one of the kids gets sick, my lack of sleep combined with a piss poor immune system (I’ve decided to blame my mother for not putting me in daycare, something my kids will also have the luxury of using) always amounts to me getting sick too.
Guess what, it’s two days later:
I’m worried that Sophie might be Jack…
PS – HELP! How do I get better in 24 hours? I have a birthday cake to make!