I am sitting in my bed enjoying a quiet house because Daddy Darling took the two littles somewhere. I actually don't even know where they are. I woke up at half past noon and they were gone. This morning, I woke up feeling exhausted. Like I-might-be getting-sick exhausted. I told Ethan of my plight and I told him I needed more sleep. I WILL NOT be getting sick. I have things to do, important things. Jack's basketball game is tonight and I was planning on a major big time hardcore workout at the gym tonight. I will not be interrupted by such things as a tired, achy body. So once the breakfast dishes were done and the house clean, I went to sleep. I will kill this thing. I haven't time for such frivolities as a body under the weather.
Would you like to hear a terrible, horrible story? It's a story about Van drinking his own pee. I know, terrible horrible. He peed in a cup in the shower and drank it, trying to make Jack laugh. It didn't make Jack laugh, it made him horrified and he ran downstairs in all his naked glory and told me about it. I yelled for Van to come downstairs and report to his disappointed mother. Van tried to play it off. "It's okay, I drank water after. No big deal." HA! No big deal??? You just drank your pee, dude! Ethan wasn't allowed to participate in the conversation with Van, because he couldn't stop laughing. But he did make himself useful and he took a picture of the scene.
I hope you can see my complete overwhelmed-ness in this photo. Because it's all authentic.