In case you haven’t noticed by my increase in posts, I’m on that high that comes a few days after a stomach flu that makes one think they were on the verge of death. Now I’m all, I’M ALIVE! MY BABIES ARE ALIVE! I’M NOT IN TROUBLE WITH THE FOSTER AGENCY FOR ______missing a visit/phone call/random document_______!!!

Today I sent Asia home early in a confident “watch me rock this shit” as I disinfected the apartment top to bottom and played with Sandy and Clementine.

I owe a lot of you emails and the resounded answer is “YES, come help ANYTIME. I have babies to hold and a looong To Do list. Like, get the double stroller box out of the downstairs hallway because I’m sure it’s freaking my neighbors out already.

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