Did I mention that on top of Em's broken arm, Andrew has bronchitis? I've had Emily ensconced on one end of the couch with her arm carefully protected and Andrew on the other end of the couch with his blankie. And they both want me with them constantly. So, I've been sitting on the floor in front of the couch all week - trying in vain to keep the puppy occupied and off of them and then also wait on them constantly. I'm exhausted (and sore - that floor is hard), they're exhausted, the puppy is going mad with boredom and Elizabeth has been totally neglected. I'm just kinda done.