My bad day?

I woke up this morning and Molly had spit up all over my side of the bed. But she eats enough to spit up! Lucy has been tearing around the house all day, yelling "Huuuuug!!" But she can talk! As I type this she's howling because I won't let her eat popsicles in the living room. But those little lungs really work, don't they? I didn't get much sleep last night and was feeling pretty sick all night long. But I'm so fortunate to have a job that lets me feel sick and slack off a little. Lucy keeps pulling all the magnets off the fridge and I keep stepping on them. But her fingers work! I miss Andrew today and wish he'd come home already so I have some company. But there's no chance that he'll be coming home to me in a coffin after two years apart, so I guess I can miss him for a day. I've spent the whole day trying to clean a house that never stays clean. But I have a roof over my head and my babies are safe. I can't get a second alone. Lucy just follows me everywhere I go. But I'm not awake at night wondering if she's still alive. Lucy's fascination with floating things in the toilet is driving me batty. But the water in our toilet is still ten times cleaner than many water sources across the world. My office is a mess because it's packed with yard sale items and I just can't organize them the way I want to. But I'm lucky enough to know what it's like to have too much. Andrew and I may never agree on when to have another baby. But we can have babies.