DH's man cold.
SS11's birthday (not bad) but his conference was the same day. THAT was bad.
SS11's party was the next day. A school night because we couldn't do it any other night.
DH is sick and like every other time he is sick, he lays on the couch moaning like his is in so much pain and dying.
It's. A. Freaking. Cold.
He has a stuffy nose.
All three of the BDs recently go their rooms redone. New beds, paint, curtains, decorations, etc.
Between the washer and dryer?
I swear...these kids...are just...ugh! I have asked the skids to put clothes in the washer numerous times and they put them in the dryer.