Everyone was up at 3:30 AM again today. I will say the children played together very nicely for the FIVE FREAKING HOURS before school started. I'm so tired I could keel over. Plus, my stomach is acting up. (Ok, washing down the pepto-bismol with hot coffee probably wasn't my best move, but how many sacrifices can one person make?) Also, my skin is a wreck, I look like hell, and a fairly good handful of hair came out when I was shampooing this morning. I thought maybe I'd brought home a parasite from India (silver lining: wasting away for 10 pounds or so) but at school pick-up this afternoon, I had it confirmed that some kind of stomach bug is going around. Oh goody! Something contagious!! Maybe tomorrow's pre-dawn waking will be accompanied by a chorus of vomit.
Juliana fell asleep at 4:30. I'm letting her nap for an hour, then I'll wake her up and try to keep her conscious til a decent bedtime. In our family, we call this tough love. And it usually involves a lot of crying. I bet Juliana will cry too.
Ritu gets home tonight. That is a very good thing. I'm working hard to look past the fact that he'll be on an entirely different recovery schedule. And that he'll be lugging with him a giant suitcase full of dirty laundry.
Ahhhhh, cyber bitching....it does a body good.