Holy day of days. Sunday.

Shit. I wake up and Morgan is as sick as a dog. The kids won't lay off for a few seconds and just seem to try and be more annoying in situations where I want them just to fuck off for ten minutes so I can hear myself think. Morgan needs the hospital but I am trapped in this stupid apartment with these stupid kids. I feel like I have been trapped for days. Well in a sense I have been. I just hate the feeling that I can't just get up and take her to the hospital because of these overgrown abortions. I feel quite exhausted.