The girls have strep. All this illness is killing me. Seriously. It's amazing that I still have a job. Or, sanity for that matter. It's also amazing that my kids haven't been consumed by the TV. I don't even pretend that we're "limiting tv" on days like today. Have at it, kiddos. Now I'm annoyed that they can't operate the remote. I'm quickly reversing on that choice and Shelagh is in universal remote training mode. If only we hadn't put the DVD player 6 feet high. We may have to reverse that choice as well.
They are watching an old hand-me-down DVD of Heathcliff. Or "heat-clip" as Kelly calls it.
Juice, medicine, TV. Juice, medicine, TV. Juice, medicine, TV.
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