For a moment, at least, the FakeTwins thought they'd outsmart the nurse with this super duper hiding spot.
I can tell you this much, my favorite part of this day WON'T be the part where J's got a late meeting so it's a single-parent bedtime routine for the second night in a row. Because also? Couldn't exactly stop by the wine store on my way home from the torturous pediatrician visit WITHOUT A DAMN WALLET NOW, COULD I? (I didn't just leave it there. J, the champ that J is, agreed to go pick it up on his lunch break and save me another stop on the Morning O'Fun Tour.)
Take me back to last week, please. To the beach. Where we five were relaxed and sandy and my biggest worry was whether to do the fish and chips or the club for lunch. Thanks.
Let's just pretend like it hasn't been a month since I last blogged, okay? Thank you kindly. I'll be back.