Three days trapped in the house with whingeing toddler working my last nerve
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Sick and whiny child attached to me for most of the day, including sleeping on me (complete with sweating and drooling - him, not me)
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Not able to get any work done due to sick child being kept home from preschool
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Trip to IKEA with Rachel; my first time leaving the house in three days
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Unfortunate and embarrassing case of verbal diarrhoea, the extent of which have never before been seen or heard, lasting approximately 5 hours.
Rachel, I'm so sorry I yakked your ear off (and got lost so you got home so late!!) Thanks for the night out!
