Day Three: Chickenpox is not fun. Who cares how big your brother's pox are? The popsicles, forgotten. Not even mice are tempting to chase when they run across the livingroom (my gracious, did you hear that right?) unexpectedly. Two boys, especially the eldest, downright uncomfortable all the time.
Me: Hoping to God for sleep tonight.
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