The little ones have been sucker punched with another cold and I, once again, am having to deal with no one keeping their bodily fluids to themselves.
So far this morning I have been sneezed on, coughed on, spit up on and I came this close to stepping in cat throw up. Oddly enough, Kyleigh peeing on me after her bath last night didn't bother me at all. That I can handle. Jacob missing the tissue and blowing his nose on my hand--not so much.
And I found out I still cry at the end of The Lion King.
The big, glaring light at the end of my tunnel on days like this is knowing that 8 o'clock will come. Just like it does every night. Sigh. It's not even noon yet!