Their Bad Mother

This is what you do when everyone in your household is horribly, vomitously, lung-hackingly ill but someone still needs to go to the corner to get toilet paper and you figure that even though you can barely stand you might as well be the one to do it because you seem to be able to last the longest without vomiting but then one of the household’s tiny people freaks out because please please please please Mommy don’t go without me and you just don’t have the energy to fight her:

You just make the best of it. And if the whole effect is a little bit drunkard-in-shopping-cart, well, so be it.

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