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An Email To The Husband

SO, I am pretty sure the redhead will be ok later on today. The croupy cough is still there but it's better than last night. There's still a fever but that should dissipate soon too. The baby on the other hand. She's still coughing up crap, more snot than I've seen in my lifetime to date and watery eyes that make me want to cry. She was gracious enough last night to let me sleep in the loveseat while holding her for 12-15minute intervals. Sweet huh? I know you wish you were up here partying it up with us wild and crazy girls. Next time honey, next time. 

oh hey, side note on the boy, he said he had a sub at school yesterday and his name is :::hunkers down and whispers excitedly just like our son::: Mr O'Brien! Apparently this man is all sorts of Awe to the Some. He also smells good. I am only reporting what the child told me this morning. He said he hoped that teacher was there again and hey Mom! He lookded strong too! Yes, lookded. I can't correct him. I don't have it in me.

SO IN CONCLUSION (sorry for yelling) The boy wants the strong looking good smelling substitute teacher again today, the redhead is still slightly croupy w/ fever and the baby is  napping. Of course she's napping. You would nap too if you were up as much as she was. *I* should be napping and yet? Dexter is calling me. Here I come Season Two. Mama's here!

Smooches and hugs and all that other good shtuff,
The Wife


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