What can get for you?

Seriously, sometimes I feel like a bad waitress in a very busy restaurant. You know, constantly running around, doing 10 things at once, waiting on everybody.

Retro has the "imaginary flu". Every time he gets sick, he says it's the flu. "Why don't you get a flu shot?" "I don't need one." He'd rather worry me to death. It's really the same cold that I had a few weeks ago, that Bo has now & Baby Girl is probably gonna get next. I think it's just allergies really.

So, last night Baby Girl woke up around 1ish (Bo is now sleeping in Sassy's old bed in Baby Girl's room) and she proceeded to wake up Bo. He opens the door for her (we keep it shut for this exact reason) & she comes down stairs. Of course, she wakes me up - not her father who is sleeping/watching TV in his chair in the living room. So I take her back to bed. Upstairs. Bo needs a drink. Downstairs. Fix drink. Upstairs. While I'm fixing the drink, Retro tells me he needs some medicine. To the bathroom to search. Back to the living room. Remember all this is happening around 1:30 AM!

Happy Mommy? Not so much. A word of advice, if you have or are planning on having small children, don't get a house with upstairs kid's rooms. I ought to be skinny as much as I climb those darn things. I wouldn't buy a StairMaster either because obviously that thing's a rook.

Stuff like this happens around here ALL the time.