I've been up all night with the toddler; poor thing tossed her cookies several times after bedtime and I've been alternating between cleaning her up, washing linens and towels, and keeping her bed made. I'm finally catching a break and a breather at 3:00 a.m. to unwind to Big Mama Thornton before scrubbing myself clean and loading the dryer one last time (knock on wood).
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Same thing happened at my house last night with the toddler granddaughter. We sat in the bathroom with a bucket, and the little angel asked me if I would throw up for her. Would that we could. Bless their hearts.
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