Today is our official first day of spring break. I may not make it. Here is a glimpse into the last twelve, yes only twelve, hours:
12:40 am: Technicolor jelly bean puke all over MY bed.
3:00 am: More puke.
7:30 am: Connor is eating saltines and feeling better.
9:30 am: Connor has Justin in a head lock. When I tell him to apologize, he says "I'm sorry Justin...that you smell like a monkey."
Noon: Connor again, "Can I color on Justin with a marker? It's peach, so it won't really show up." While I appreciate the considerate thought, the answer is still no.
Anyway, I sent my husband an email asking him if he could take a day off this week to set me free. Still awaiting news from the outside.If anyone wants to bake me a cake with a file in it, or share some good ideas so I don't lose my mind, let me know. I'll be the one in the orange jumpsuit.
Update, 12:23, same day: My husband's new boss said yes, as one mom to another, she understands my pain. Thankful for the new boss and my husband for asking in the first place. I'll still take a cake though if anyone has started baking...