a day that starts with

the Potato crawling into bed at 4:45 a.m., howling that his legs hurt (from growing pains) and he can’t sleep, then involves the Bee stumbling into my room dripping blood from a nosebleed that filled our sink with beer blood, and culminated with landisdad being too sick to go to work has to get better.

Right?

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March 17, 2010. family life. 4 comments.