Dylan is finally over both types of flu. Anna stopped puking her guts out after the after easter egg party. God that was horrible, and I think when Gia gets this chest infection cleared up we will be good for a while. Meanwhile in babyland, I honest to God think this kid is a vampire. I am so freaking tired. My house is a disaster. This is mainly Anna's fault. If it's not in her mouth she's either throwing it or spitting it out where ever it lands is fine.
So, I haven't really felt up to cleaning much. I spent most of my day in the bed crying yesterday. Honestly for no reason at all. I'm just over being as big as a house. Little man thinks I'm a trampoline, and that's just not cool.
Tomorrow hopefully I'll get to see him before he comes. Gonna take the older two so maybe they can see as well. I know the other night Dylan got to feel him kick and it just made his whole day. Happy doesn't come to often lately.
The only good thing about where we live is that we are on our own. They can't really play or make decent friends. I'll have a lady with five teenagers moving above me in a couple of weeks, and that's just not going to fly with a newborn in the house. I already can't stand the stairs. Sounds like elephants stomping. I have got to seriously get some thinking and action done in the next couple of weeks. I need to get to a place where they can thrive and I can find a job after I am healed.
The @#$% is about to get real. More Later.
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