Sick, sick, sick

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Tuesday, March 14, 2023

My kiddo looks like death warmed over.

When my daughter woke up this morning, she looked like hell. She sounded like hell. Her entire existence seemed to have a hellish aire about her. I called off of work and I wound up picking her up from school early. When we got home, she promptly went back to bed.

My poor baby is miserable.

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