The great, awesome, spectacular news: We’re home! Audrey was discharged from the hospital last night around 6pm, and I’ll tell you what: I’m pretty sure I could win a contest for Who Can Pack Up A Hospital Room The Fastest. No contest. Everyone slept like good little rocks last night. Hooray and Amen.
The bad news: I get to fight with Audrey over taking her antibiotics 4 times a day for 7 days. That’s a lot of sweaty wrestling matches. Our mixing-it-with-yogurt trick doesn’t always work. Girl is feisty and stubborn and likes to kick and spit. WHEEEEE!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be busy putting my house back together because somehow, even though nobody was really here for like 5 days, the place is a disaster and someone snuck into our house while we were gone and wore all of our clothes and we have more laundry than I’ve ever seen in my LIFE.