Easter was a bust. With three -- count 'em, three -- kids with temps of 104, a medicine schedule so complicated that only the CIA could decipher it, and a little bit of vomit thrown in just for giggles, we were not the family dressed in matching pastels and seersucker suits in too-cool-for-seersucker temperatures that I envied all day on my facebook feed. Instead, our Easter weekend looked like this:
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