It's 7am and Chad just went back to bed. He was up all morning (since 4) with Layla - who can't stop throwing up. There was doggy puke in almost everyroom in the house. Where she didn't pu-spload....in the living room where Carter plays and in his nursery. Say it with me: GOOD DOG!!
The cat is chasing around Carter's play balls.
Carter is pooping...while standing in his exercauser.
I am blogging, while watching Carter's face turn red, drinking coffee, with a head ache (why why why do i always drink one glass of wine too many?) and watching our neighbor put his rug out on the front porch (which usually means somebody puked on the floor - but who am I to judge...I drank too much and Layla puked all over...so how is our house different?).