Hallelujah, it's time for a break, albeit for a week.
We started off with a bang and bruise.
Son#3 got smacked with a stick (by accident) in gym class, and sports a gorgeous blue shiner.
We went to a pancake restaurant last night where Son#2 flapped his right foot inwards, spraining his ankle spectacularly.
He and I were in hospital until midnight last night.
Then the morning started off well until Son#3, out of the blue, vomited all over the comforter on my bed, and over my bedroom floor.
Sometimes it just sucks being an adult (I said to myself whilst scraping vomit out of the grooves between the floorboards).
At least we don't have to go anywhere.