After a pretty awful night of babies getting up every hour, I was certain today would be better. The Turtles are still miserable with a nasty, nasty cold but I knew that they would probably get some good naps in today. Except that they haven't really. Of course, the little sleep that has come has not come at the same time for both Turtles.
Then, alas, the rain stopped and the sun finally came out. So we went outside for a walk. It was cold. My thermometer misled me and damn it, if we didn't all get a chill. I've been wrapped up in a scarf ever since.
It's not even 2:00 and I've already hit the low-point of the day. Since Vivi had an accident and was smelling of eau de pee pee and I was still sporting the post-vomit stink that befell me when Jude puked down my shirt in the middle of the night, I decided to let her shower with me. I'm nothing if not efficient. Unfortunately, that was when it happened. The dreaded comment that only an innocent, yet observant, child could get away with.
Mama, she said, you look like you have a baby still in your tummy. Your boobs are big too.
Thanks, child. Thanks.