Bad Moms Like Morphine

One half of our team is in hospital this morning with some kind of mysterious something something requiring tests and, also, morphine. Which really, really sucks, and the other half of the team is really, really worried, but also appreciative of the fact that, hey, morphine. And bed rest. And little cups of jello…

So the Bad Moms Club has to shutter up for the rest of the day while some of us pace and bite our fingernails and others get high on a morphine drip. I'll let you figure out who has it tougher.