Fin is very sick. We had an appointment yesterday and got a chest x-ray and an abdominal scan and some antibiotics and he’s acting better, but his oxygen need went way up. He dropped his sat twice an hour overnight. Headed back to the doctor today.

And my oldest daughter lost a fight with her bunk bed. She rolled over at four o’clock this morning and smashed her face into the bed frame. She put her two front teeth through her bottom lip. I went into her room when she started screaming and saw blood running down her arms and face.

But my middle daughter, who is totally fine and has a birthday tomorrow, overslept and complained of all the injustice in the world when we finally got her out of bed this morning.

Kids, ya know what I mean?