The Best Job

It's been a long day.

I was up most of the night listening to our little lady whimpering from an ear ache.

Finley cut a tooth and has a cold.

Two of four children saw a doctor this morning and one was prescribed antibiotics.

I'm wearing the same thing I was wearing yesterday.

I smell like baby barf.

My shirt has been spit up on so many times I've lost count.

And thanks to Finley's fever this is going to be another long night.

But this is still the best job around!