It is only 10:45am. Emmy is experiencing what being "really" sick is all about. She is on the living room floor crying "What did I do to deserve this? What did I do???".
Ashlee is just being a stubborn, ornery crybaby... which means I have two children crying LOUD.
I was attacked by my freaky buff orpington rooster this morning, which almost gave me a heart attack. He is now on KSL looking for a new home!
The goal was to clean the garage and then study, but looks like my day isn't going as planned.
I feel like pulling all my hair out and sacrificing myself to Mr. Orpington. I've just been told (by dh) I have to take Emmy upstairs. She is scaring the other children, apparently.
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