Martín has a thermometer on his hand. No really, he can touch Maya and decide she's got a temperature. Because he said she had a fever, gave her Tylenol and let her knock out. Now I'm up with her, after work, as she plays and screams. She keeps repeating "Shhh" because I keep telling her to be quiet so her papi can sleep. So she thinks it is a game. No child, mimis time. Go. To. Sleep.
I decided to feed her a little beans and rice, and give her a little juice. Now she's farting away.
Lord help me. Go to sleep vampire. I've got an 8am meeting with Roxana who is punctual. I need sleep. Now. Noooow
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