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Aug 17, 2010 22:32

Dad came home today.

And Cassandra butt-wiggled across the floor to meet him.

He's asleep at the moment. The twins are not. The twins, in fact, are teething.

Dad is doing okay. He's lost a lot of weight and he's been asleep most of the day but he's telling jokes and pretending like we've let the house get into a right state. It is not a right state. It looks like it always looks. The pile of dishes is below head height and there are only four loads of laundry waiting to be done.

I lie, Amelia and Hayley attacked the dishes head on this morning and valiantly defeated the pile. The loads of laundry are all mine. I tried to do some housework, but it didn't work. Phoebe is only happy when she is sucking my finger. You can't do much with a baby attached to your finger. I'm writing this one handed at the moment.

Right, now I am going to see if we can all have baths before dinnertime. Wish me luck.
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