Tuesdays know how to put a person in their place.

I dropped my sister off a the train today. Then as we were driving toward home, Miss Plum burst into tears and then threw up all over herself. So she was weeping and vomiting (some more) and Senor Onion was declaring that it was disgusting and smelly, and it was also sleeting outside. I didn't have the heart to remind Senor Onion of the time when he was two and we had the most horrible day of travel, and he threw up all over the car and made things smelly and cried for four hours. (in addition to the nine hour flight)
But I did think, "seriously this is bothering you? amateur."

I was also up part of the night with Miss Biscuit. I should explain that my sister was staying on the futon in Miss Biscuit's room, and Miss Biscuit slept next to me. Miss Biscuit woke up at four am wanting a chat or something. She had her little flashlight clutched in her hands and decided to wake me up by flashing it in my eyes. It took about an hour and a half to settle her down. She would get comfortable and then twitch about, kick me, decide she wanted to sleep sideways. The usual. So yay. Sleep. Senor Onion came busting in at seven am demanding that I get up. I did manage to keep him from waking his sister (who slept in until eight. BLESS HER) So I had Senor grumpy-pants wanting breakfast, grousing about the fact that I told him that he needs to lower his voice because people MIGHT WANT TO SLEEP DAMMIT.

Whatever.

The one upside is that it was warm enough last night (and rained) that much of the snow melted. The weather experts are now saying that we won't have snow dumped on us in the great quantities we feared but I still wait in fear.

Ah fuck. It just started snowing again.
And my neck hurts.
So there you go.
A ride on the vomit comet. Unruly children. (though major props to my siblings for taking my son for a walk this morning.) A hurty neck, sleep deprivation, and possible snow.

Imma gonna watch Cary Grant movies tonight and eat my chocolate bar.