Dear David,
Well, we're sick. And today has just been a total write-off, really. We woke up and from first thing in the morning until bedtime we barely even went outside. In the late afternoon I finally took everyone out in the backyard, just so that we could get out of the house and get some fresh air. Nothing helped anyone's mood.
I would really like today to end, actually. Just for it to be dark and for Clara to go to sleep already and for Samuel to stop acting crazy and for me to go to bed.
I didn't take any pictures today, not of the endless drippy noses or the pitiful meal offerings or the medicine bottles.
It's just all been Very Aggravating, you know? I tried to vacuum the livingroom, but the carpet setting wouldn't work, even when I reset the vacuum thingy, and so everything wasn't vacuumed properly and was Taking So Long. And what did it matter anyway since the children dropped stuff all over the place anyway. And I tried to clean the dishes as I went through the day but failed. And the clothes smell musty - even though I just washed them. And everything is gross and sick.
I'm looking forward to our call tonight. Only 9 more days until you're here again.
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