Remember my note to you from Mother's Day last year?
"While smugly recounting my Mother's Day glory of breakfast in bed, naps, and steaks, my children decided to keep it real with a feces fest in the bath. Finished out the day with a 45 minute scrub job of the bath, both kids (again) and, seemingly, every toy they own. I got a cold shower later since all the hot water had been consumed. Well played Ella. The spell has broken and I am once again your slave."
Well, this year we have our sixth bout of the stomach flu.
Hope your Mother's Day was shinier than mine... that childhood doll propaganda was all a lie.
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