ACK UTIness! I'm so sorry, loves. We HATESSESS them, yes we do.
Poor JZ. Have a better day tomorrow.
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ACK UTIness! I'm so sorry, loves. We HATESSESS them, yes we do.
Poor JZ. Have a better day tomorrow.
Sympathies, JZ.
No more UTIs!
{{{Raq}}}
{{{vw}}}
Aw, JZ. That *is* a hard day! The thing is, days like today are the reasons babies have kissable toes. Otherwise, you'd hail the first pack of wolves that passed by.
If I were closer, I would gladly come over and kiss her toes for you and fold your laundry, too. So you could grab a hot coffee and then a nap. Not necessarily in that order.
JZ is in bed now. Of course, now Matilda has decided that she too would love to catch a quick nap.
I'm trying to introduce JZ to the theory of six week and three month plateaus of increasing easiness.
Then I sang Matilda the song of, "Get over yourself, Little Fussa / You're a cute little Id monster and you want but you want / but nice to your Momma 'cuz she fills you up."
It didn't really rhyme, but she seemed to get the message.
FUCK, Sean! The Universe needs to cut you a break.
~~~~ma to your mom and coping to you. We're here.
Lots of ~ma to your mom, Sean.
Huge amounts of health-ma to your mom, Sean.
(((JZ))) I'm vibing hard that the rest of your week is calmer.
(((vw))) Feel better. Eat lots of yogurt.
(((Sean))) Tons of -ma to your mom. I'm so sorry.
Hil, congratulations.
Poor JZ. Sleep is good. Matilda will learn that, too.
{{{Sean}}} Sending all kinds of health~ma to your mom, and hugging the stuffing out of you. The universe can lay off you and yours now, for sure.