13 Weeks

So Dustin is super sick. Doesn't think he can go to work tomorrow. And he is. Sick, I mean. But please, Lord, let him go to work tomorrow. I need him to. I need the space that has been missing for the last five days. He's been sick since Wednesday, just in case you're rusty on your math.
When men get sick, they are whiny. Or at least Dustin is. I literally want to shoot myself between him and Faith. And they're jealous of each other. When one is getting my attention, the other whines until I manage somehow to share it. I suppose that this is to help me learn how to deal with two babies at once.
Too much to ask that this wait a little bit, huh?
Later