I think I have finally recovered from the lack of sleep last week. Hopefully. With some extra assistance from the giant Tim Horton’s French Vanilla I treated myself to. When we spoke last week I was mentioning that Molly and Grace were both ill with the monkey pandemic, and Maggie had just had dental surgery. I got all 3 on their feet and shipped back to school on Wednesday, sure that we had narrowly dodged starring in our own Outbreak sequel. It seems I was counting my chickens before they were hatched. I think my major mistake was disinfecting and putting away the barf buckets. It’s just like taking snow tires off too soon in the Spring. Classic rookie mistake.

Molly was off the rest of the week. I slept for about 12 minutes total. And as much as I can feel my mental sharpness turning duller than the fiftieth consecutive game of Candyland, I had no idea that my everyday state of confusion was the “I’m on top of it” version of me. The tired version of me is so much worse.

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Tara is gainfully employed by the toughest 3 female bosses she has ever had (well except for that one accounting manager who hated her). The pay sucks, but the cuddles are awesome. She drinks a lot of coffee, uses humour as a defense mechanism, and lives in fear of what lurks in her backyard. Keep Tara company on her unfortunately-named blog Don’t Lick the Deck, where she talks about her husband Nerdguy; her 10 year old and twin 8 year old girls; parenting autism and ADHD; and her inability to shop without creating disaster. She is regular contributor to Parentdish.ca who have not yet filed a restraining order.

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