But today's a new day! The babies are happy and snot-free, I'm feeling alive, and we got OUT. I exercised, the kids socialized, we came home contented. And it's nearly tropical outside (approaching FIFTY, yall!) And tomorrow is coffee morning with the ladies. So never mind, I guess I'll keep this SAHM gig after all.
We did get out a bit over the weekend, despite the croup/ear infections/head colds. J had a convention to attend in WI Dells, so we loaded up the sickies (and the humidifier and the meds and 8,000 other totally necessary toddler items) and tagged along. And Saturday, we all felt decent enough to hit up the water park for a couple of hours. (Don't worry, they'd had a few days of antibiotics at this point and we kept them a safe distance from the other littles.)
And after those couple of hours at the water park, we hung out in our hotel room in pajamas. Still. Being on vacation in pajamas is infinitely better than being at home in pajamas.
They maybe weren't so into the tub jets, though.
And we maybe left them on just one second longer so I could take this picture.
Because we're EVIL.
That black box is the best tub toy evah.