The Twinkies

Me: You know how I say that some days you are lucky to come home and find me and the twins all alive?

B: (pause) Yes.

Me: Well, this is one of those days. Do you think you could pick up dinner on the way home?

B: That is a hell of a way to introduce that topic.

The reason for the general Chinese-food-inducing misery of yesterday is that F. is sick. Or just teething. It’s hard to tell. Last night she was up hourly, crying. She is drooling even more than usual, and usual is quite a lot. Her nose is running with clear mucus almost indistinguisable from the drool. We are on bib number three for today, and I am about to retire this one. After a time of good sleep the return to frequent waking was so brutal we brought her to bed with us. Fun times, I tell you, fun times.

Ate least James isn’t sick Or teething. Or both.

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