One should never move one's house with the stomach flu, a breast infection, 3 children, and an absent-thesis-writing husband.
Yes, I'm begging for sympathy.
Can't wait for this week to be over.
Ben ate cool whip for lunch.
Toby now lives inside the tv.
Chase barfs.
Wish me luck!
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You need more than luck! I'd bring Max Abby and Charlie up to help but....
I should drop everything and come help. Will Thursday be soon enough to be a help? I thought you were better.
I wish I could help you . . .I'll pray for you.
Think happy thoughts. Don't worry. In more week you'll be relaxing on the beautiful sands of Montauk, New York...or not (at least the relaxing part). We can't wait to hang out with you.
I'm so sorry Ash. I just went through it, you have pure sympathy from me.
I want cool whip for lunch!
Meagan...your comment was hilarious and perhaps, the most honest of all...
Ash, we are sending healthy packing wishes your way. I totally feel you, we all had the flu the week we had to move. It was a disaster and a ton of work. Wish you luck!
Oh no! Wish I was there to help out, Ash.
Whoa! Serenity Now is right.
Oh no! Chaos. That's what happens when real moms get sick. Hope you're feeling better.
Breast infection AND the stomach flu? Well that just isn't fair. Lets go back to Coronado IMMEDIATELY!!!
Sounds terrible! When I get a breast infection I want to die. When I move I want to die. When I have the stomach flu I want to die. I hope I never have to find out what all 3 feel like at the same time. I hope you survive. Good luck, and let us know when you're okay!
I planned on perusing with no admission... but then I hit "Ben ate cool whip for lunch, I laughed out load and spit on Ross a little (it was abrupt and unexpected), so he made me read it aloud. So I figured I should comment and let you know... you made a dent in our night.
Loving the platinum hair.
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