This week has been insanely stressful. My brain, which likes to consider itself fully prepared for anything at any time, has been on overload for what to do if Lilly or I suddenly start throwing up, or if Patrick does again. He did today, twice; he's back to his normal self except for any sort of food or liquid.
Today I went from him losing his breakfast to watching Bug and Andrew from 3:30 (well, 5, when I woke them up) till now. They're both in bed, though I can hear Bug playing. Only two more days. Of course, this weekend I'm sitting for the twins on Saturday and Bug and Andrew on Sunday, but... I'm just telling myself two more days. At least on the weekend I can sleep in.