I'm doing it anymore. I'm so done.
Those are the words I said to David the other day when, after four blissful snot-free days, Sage's nose started running. Again.
That is the sound of David laughing when I uttered that proclamation.
He's right, of course. I mean, I guess I could let the snot run down and dry on her face like an old man's goatee. But even typing that made me throw up a little in my mouth.
So it's back to the mad dashes across the room with the kleenex after a particularly powerful sneeze.
Oh, but wait - there's more.
This morning Sawyer woke up sneezing and sniffling. Again.
I'M NOT DOING IT ANYMORE!
Now Sawyer, stop using your sleeve and come over here and grab a kleenex.
And so it goes. Again.
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