So. Freaking. Tired. This was supposed to be my weekend to myself. M was going to take T out to his parents and I was going to laze around; reading, knitting, watching bad TV - you know, the usual stuff. Instead I was woken at 6.30am on Saturday morning by T throwing up over himself, the bed, and me. So, we kept him in town since if it developed
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