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Day 25. in which we perfect the dragging rush.

Liam sounded his alarm around 5:30 a.m., which was 20 blessed minutes more than the day before. I ran around the house, up and down the stairs, like every morning. Time to wake up Seth. Time to wake up Dana. Time to make the coffee. Time to feed Dad. Time to get showered. Time to get clothes for the kids.

I dragged myself over to Kyrce's house through the back yard. We dragged ourselves to USR, fueling up on Citgo coffee, which is surprisingly good... I dragged myself through work, through emails, through conference calls. We dragged ourselves back to Kingston, talking talking talking. We dragged our tired selves through the grocery store, me and Kyrce, fetching a very late dinner for my family waiting at home. Once in the house, I realized I left half of tonight's dinner in Kyrce's car! Seth ran through the dark backyard in super speedy time to retrieve it. I dragged myself around the house rushing rushing rushing to get everyone fed. I sighed heavily when I sat down to eat. I was so glad to be home.

And then all of a sudden Liam vomited all over him, all over the floor, and all over me.

Ten minutes later Lily was holding her stomach and whimpering for Daddy.

Ten minutes after that Lily started vomiting, too.

I suddenly felt longingly for the quietude of work! and feared the night ahead!

And that was the start of our weekend!