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    Blood, Sweat and Tears: A Story in which Elsie Bled, I Sweat, and Zoe Cried

    *Just a word of caution – if blood isn’t your thing, this blog post may not be for you. Consider yourself warned.* Last night was the typical after dinner gong show, except that I was doing it alone after a day of looking after four kids. Jeff was working late and wouldn’t be home until long after the girls had gone to bed. As I tiredly washed up the last of the dishes, I heard the typical end-of-the-day-running-out-of-steam bickering between the girls coming from the living room. Zoe was lying innocently enough on the couch, while Elsie made it her personal vendetta to provoke Zoe as much as possible. Amidst…