Being a nurse and working in three different hospitals exposes me to tons of nasty germs and pesky bugs. I try to stay healthy - I wash my hands until the are so dry they sometimes crack and bleed, I try to make sure I eat somewhat healthy, stay hydrated, and get as much sleep as possible with two toddlers. In spite of all this I occasionally coeme down with a virus.
This morning I woke up around 5am and was sick to my stomach, again and 6am and then 630am. I had the chills, a nasty productive cough, and a sore throat. Needless to say I didn't not attend the education day I had booked at work. I am incredibly lucky to have a nanny and she was already booked for the day since I was scheduled to work. She got to our house at 8am and I was able to go back to bed. By 130pm I was feeling guilty about lounging in bed and sent the nanny home. I still felt quite sick but the kids were napping and I figured by the time they got up I would be able to handle them until Shane got home.
By 330pm the beasts were bellowing from their beds and there was no way I could pretend not to hear them. I got them up and gave them some semblance of food that could count as snack. They were both crazy hyper literally running circles around me. I felt very outnumbered and not sure I could tame these tiny dragons. "I want to colour mom!" Isaac declared. This prompted the memory of bath crayons that I had hidden under the bathroom sink. "Want to colour in the bath? We can have a crazy coloured bubble bath party!" I said with all my enthusiasm. The gremlins *ahem* I mean children agreed to this.
I can not express my love of bath crayons in words! They are the BEST invention ever!!!!! It is the most lazy way to do a craft with the kids. They sat in the tub for 45 minutes and scribbled all over the tub. The bubbles turned a muddy mix of colours and the kids were delighted beyond belief. There was no mess to clean and both kids were clean. Best thing ever!!!! Now I can go back to bed and daddy is officially on duty. Time to go have some weird cough medicine dreams 😜
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Sunday, 28 May 2017
The dreamy haze of summer
Some days are hard. Some days I don't understand how parents survived the days before technology. Some days I count down the minutes to bedtime. Today was not one of those days.
Today we woke up and had one of those gooey, snuggly mornings. I made eggs and toast for breakfast while Isaac played puzzles on the floor with grandpa and Shane gave Zoey a bottle. It was all dreamy and magical. Once breakfast was cleaned up and everyone was dressed we walked to the park. There was only one toddler tantrum on the way (I think that is a record for us!) We took turns playing with each kid and running laps around the pond with the dog. On the walk home we stopped at the store for the essentials ... milk and WINE! Since my father in law is staying with us for three weeks I thought I might need to stock up the wine rack.
Home for naps and lunch at which point I actually got to sit out on the deck in the sunshine and read a book! A real book! Not a picture book! There were no cartoon characters or rhyming verses!
Dinner was had and Shane tackled bathtime leaving me with time to watch an episode of scandal I pvr'd several weeks ago. I drank that whole delicious bottle of wine, watched tv, finished my book, and the only price I paid was a sunburn!
#wheredidmycrazypeoplego #mommyhadalonetime #anovelandgrownuptv
Today we woke up and had one of those gooey, snuggly mornings. I made eggs and toast for breakfast while Isaac played puzzles on the floor with grandpa and Shane gave Zoey a bottle. It was all dreamy and magical. Once breakfast was cleaned up and everyone was dressed we walked to the park. There was only one toddler tantrum on the way (I think that is a record for us!) We took turns playing with each kid and running laps around the pond with the dog. On the walk home we stopped at the store for the essentials ... milk and WINE! Since my father in law is staying with us for three weeks I thought I might need to stock up the wine rack.
Home for naps and lunch at which point I actually got to sit out on the deck in the sunshine and read a book! A real book! Not a picture book! There were no cartoon characters or rhyming verses!
Dinner was had and Shane tackled bathtime leaving me with time to watch an episode of scandal I pvr'd several weeks ago. I drank that whole delicious bottle of wine, watched tv, finished my book, and the only price I paid was a sunburn!
#wheredidmycrazypeoplego #mommyhadalonetime #anovelandgrownuptv
Tuesday, 23 May 2017
Death by Doorbell
Today was one of those mundane days. No one was available for a play date and the kids were tired from our busy weekend. I decided to stay home and catch up on laundry mountain. Shane had warned me he needed to work late so I'd be on my own for all three meals with the kids.
This morning started very productively. I got the kitchen cleaned and a few loads of dishes done, (yes I bought dish soap, I would have rather thrown all the dishes out and used paper plates for ever but that annoying voice known as a conscience wouldn't let me.) I changed the water in the fish bowl, it was starting to smell and the bowl had turned green. Of course the fish fell into the sink and was laying there flopping around. After some squealing and gagging I managed to suck it up and rescue our precious fishy. The toddler would have been devastated if poor Orange went to that great toilet bowl in the sky.
Finally I could put the baby down for a nap and let Isaac play on the iPad. This is a very precious time of day as I can usually scarf down some food and a warmish cup of coffee before Isaac demands my undivided attention. I had just managed to find a comfy spot on the couch and put my coffee cup in the vicinity of my mouth when the doorbell rang. I wasn't going to answer because I wasn't sure if I could see past my blind rage that someone woke up the baby. Unfortunately between the crying from the nursery, the dog barking at the door, and the toddler waving through the window there was no way I could pretend not to be home. Alas nap time was not to be.
A few hours and another disaster of a meal later I decided to attempt nap time again. Zoey was down and I was just about to take Isaac to his room when Hobo needed out. Isaac decided this was a great time to take his pull-up off and pee on the floor. I was so proud of myself I calmly cleaned up the mess and explained that we only pee on the potty when I heard Isaac madly giggling and Zoey crying. Isaac had run into the nursery and climbed into the crib! I wanted to be mad but Isaac was hugging Zoey and saying "It ok ZoZo! I gots you! Don't cry ZoZo." My icy heart melted and just like Elsa I "let it go".
Both kids were up for another half hour before I finally succeeded in getting them down to nap. Finallly I could get some laundry done. Hahahahahahahaha just kidding, I collapsed in exhaustion and watched old episode of Law & Order.
This morning started very productively. I got the kitchen cleaned and a few loads of dishes done, (yes I bought dish soap, I would have rather thrown all the dishes out and used paper plates for ever but that annoying voice known as a conscience wouldn't let me.) I changed the water in the fish bowl, it was starting to smell and the bowl had turned green. Of course the fish fell into the sink and was laying there flopping around. After some squealing and gagging I managed to suck it up and rescue our precious fishy. The toddler would have been devastated if poor Orange went to that great toilet bowl in the sky.
Finally I could put the baby down for a nap and let Isaac play on the iPad. This is a very precious time of day as I can usually scarf down some food and a warmish cup of coffee before Isaac demands my undivided attention. I had just managed to find a comfy spot on the couch and put my coffee cup in the vicinity of my mouth when the doorbell rang. I wasn't going to answer because I wasn't sure if I could see past my blind rage that someone woke up the baby. Unfortunately between the crying from the nursery, the dog barking at the door, and the toddler waving through the window there was no way I could pretend not to be home. Alas nap time was not to be.
A few hours and another disaster of a meal later I decided to attempt nap time again. Zoey was down and I was just about to take Isaac to his room when Hobo needed out. Isaac decided this was a great time to take his pull-up off and pee on the floor. I was so proud of myself I calmly cleaned up the mess and explained that we only pee on the potty when I heard Isaac madly giggling and Zoey crying. Isaac had run into the nursery and climbed into the crib! I wanted to be mad but Isaac was hugging Zoey and saying "It ok ZoZo! I gots you! Don't cry ZoZo." My icy heart melted and just like Elsa I "let it go".
Both kids were up for another half hour before I finally succeeded in getting them down to nap. Finallly I could get some laundry done. Hahahahahahahaha just kidding, I collapsed in exhaustion and watched old episode of Law & Order.
Monday, 22 May 2017
The torture known as nap time
Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I like being lazy. I let my kids watch far too much tv. I bribe them with the ipad so I can pee behind closed doors, alone! I don't really fight with them about food, as long as they eat something that resembles healthy food during the day. Along with this comes the strict enforcement of nap time. Mama needs a break.
Zoey is easy to put down, being a second child she was a little ripped off when it came to a bedtime routine. We have started reading her stories at night time now, it is really lovely to sit with her and snuggle in the rocking chair in her nursery while she drinks her bottle. Plus she is little enough she really doesn't care what we read, I have definitely been known to read a magazine or some of my novel instead of a picture book... so much less boring.
Isaac however, oh my god! Putting him down is such a production. He is incredibly finicky about everything. First he throws an epic tantrum at the mere thought of impending nap time. This is followed by bargaining about how many drinks of juice and what kind of food he needs before he can possibly go to sleep. He might starve if he does not binge before his 2 hour long hibernation. This is followed with many promises of what we will do after nap time, hello he needs something to dream about. Finally I am allowed to carry his royal highness downstairs to his room.
If you thought it stopped there you are hilarious and far too optimistic. Clearly you have not had the pleasure of putting a toddler to bed. Now that we have arrived in his room and the dog has found a comfy spot to fall asleep we must peruse every storybook we own so Isaac can demand I read the same three stories we have read for the past six months. God help me if I say a wrong word, read too fast, too slow, or use a different voice then his father did three nights ago. After reading these stories, that I have had to start over approximately six hundred times as punishment for not reading them correctly, I am required to sit in his room while he squeaks a rubber dolphin in his "peek and squeak" book (I had better not attempt to read it or rush him through this ritual.) Next comes his colours book, we must review all the colours and discuss everything in the universe that might be that colour. Finally I may tuck him in by rubbing his head with one of the satin edged blankets his grandma made him and covering him with the mountain of other blankets he has collected on his bed. He is a blanket hoarder and is always finding more even if I hide them. I am required to put all his books away in their rightful places and now I can attempt to leave. This is usually followed with demands for another kiss and hug for him and of course for every single stuffed animal he owns. As I leave the room I have to wake up the dog and haul his eighty pound butt up the stairs.
Why don't I just stop this nonsense and make him go to sleep? Why don't I simply let him throw a tantrum? He would learn. You are correct on all of these points but then my quiet time would be loud, the baby would wake up, and this is just easier. Have you ever fought with a toddler? You always lose.
#soblessed #Idonegotiatewithterriorists #Ijustwanttotakeanap
Zoey is easy to put down, being a second child she was a little ripped off when it came to a bedtime routine. We have started reading her stories at night time now, it is really lovely to sit with her and snuggle in the rocking chair in her nursery while she drinks her bottle. Plus she is little enough she really doesn't care what we read, I have definitely been known to read a magazine or some of my novel instead of a picture book... so much less boring.
Isaac however, oh my god! Putting him down is such a production. He is incredibly finicky about everything. First he throws an epic tantrum at the mere thought of impending nap time. This is followed by bargaining about how many drinks of juice and what kind of food he needs before he can possibly go to sleep. He might starve if he does not binge before his 2 hour long hibernation. This is followed with many promises of what we will do after nap time, hello he needs something to dream about. Finally I am allowed to carry his royal highness downstairs to his room.
If you thought it stopped there you are hilarious and far too optimistic. Clearly you have not had the pleasure of putting a toddler to bed. Now that we have arrived in his room and the dog has found a comfy spot to fall asleep we must peruse every storybook we own so Isaac can demand I read the same three stories we have read for the past six months. God help me if I say a wrong word, read too fast, too slow, or use a different voice then his father did three nights ago. After reading these stories, that I have had to start over approximately six hundred times as punishment for not reading them correctly, I am required to sit in his room while he squeaks a rubber dolphin in his "peek and squeak" book (I had better not attempt to read it or rush him through this ritual.) Next comes his colours book, we must review all the colours and discuss everything in the universe that might be that colour. Finally I may tuck him in by rubbing his head with one of the satin edged blankets his grandma made him and covering him with the mountain of other blankets he has collected on his bed. He is a blanket hoarder and is always finding more even if I hide them. I am required to put all his books away in their rightful places and now I can attempt to leave. This is usually followed with demands for another kiss and hug for him and of course for every single stuffed animal he owns. As I leave the room I have to wake up the dog and haul his eighty pound butt up the stairs.
Why don't I just stop this nonsense and make him go to sleep? Why don't I simply let him throw a tantrum? He would learn. You are correct on all of these points but then my quiet time would be loud, the baby would wake up, and this is just easier. Have you ever fought with a toddler? You always lose.
#soblessed #Idonegotiatewithterriorists #Ijustwanttotakeanap
Saturday, 20 May 2017
The trike ride of tears
I got a very restful four hours of sleep last night and felt quite refreshed, ready to take on the world. I thought it would be a great day for a family outing to the dog park. Isaac has been begging to ride his bike like a starving child in Africa begs for clean water. We had family camping nearby so we decided to meet up with them at the campground before tackling the trail of toddler tantrums. I packed everything I could think of to make sure we were really prepared. Bicycle, helmet, carrier, sunscreen (both spray for adults and the lotion kind for the kids), water bottles, snacks, diapers, pull-ups, wipes, a soccer ball, a mini football, bubbles, side walk chalk, buckets and shovels, even picnic blankets to sit on. I felt fully prepared.
We got to the campground and the kids were so excited! The dog was ready to go! We started on our lovely walk and it quickly turned into something from a nightmare. Isaac was sure he was going to fall in the "wivey"despite the fact that his trike is the kind with a handle and an adult was holding on to it the entire time. "Mom, no! Mom, help me! Help me mom! I don't want to go in the wivey mom!" A few minutes into the ride Isaac declared his famous, "Phew that was a close one mom, I'm ok."
Hobo was having the time of his life chasing anything with four legs. He was so excited he started frothing at the mouth. Great now everyone thinks my dog has rabies. Oh well, he is a hot mess like the rest of us. I do always say he is my spirit animal because he is constantly laying around taking naps and stealing food so I suppose this fits right in.
Zoey struggled in the carrier, she was plastered to Shane's sweaty back and was probably feeling quite suffocated. I guess she thought the dogs would help her because she decided to growl and bark at everyone.
Isaac, as usual, felt the need to dictate which way we should go. When we would go the opposite way he simply would say, "No I want to go that way! Ok I want to go this way." He also decided he needed to continuously yell for Hobo to ensure his precious doggy didn't get left behind. "Don't say bye to Hobo mom."
It wasn't long before the trike was the most evil invention ever and Isaac needed out to stretch his legs. We decided to let him walk and give Zoey a turn in the trike. She loved it. Isaac hated that she was in enjoying his most prized possession and threw an epic tantrum. He didn't want to ride but he didn't want Zoey to ride either. After a few minutes of screaming his tiny toddler body was completely worn out and he could no longer support his own weight. He needed carried, of course the large father type person that was with us was not allowed to touch him. Obviously daddy was currently the devil and only mommy would do. I was prepared for this and only agreed to carry his majesty if he would go in the carrier (also known as the child back pack.) He didn't really agree to this but after a few minutes of serious contemplation he decided it would be ok. He spent the rest of the walk demanding snacks I did not have.
We finally got to the playground (or "parking lot" as Isaac so fondly calls it) and I thought I could finally take a break. My shirt was soaked with back sweat from hauling a thirty pound toddler in the carrier. I felt my lungs burning and my muscles about to give out. I got to sit down for all of thirty seconds before it was discovered that, according to Isaac, daddy was too big to play and only mommy could fit on the slide.
The walk back was filled with tantrums from each child as we alternated them in the carrier. I negotiated with the tiny terrorists so I could get back to the campground. The second we finally got back and bribed them with processed cheese and salt in the shape of goldfish the gremlins were satisfied.
There was a whole thirty minutes of bliss before both children started drinking out of the dog bowl.
We got to the campground and the kids were so excited! The dog was ready to go! We started on our lovely walk and it quickly turned into something from a nightmare. Isaac was sure he was going to fall in the "wivey"despite the fact that his trike is the kind with a handle and an adult was holding on to it the entire time. "Mom, no! Mom, help me! Help me mom! I don't want to go in the wivey mom!" A few minutes into the ride Isaac declared his famous, "Phew that was a close one mom, I'm ok."
Hobo was having the time of his life chasing anything with four legs. He was so excited he started frothing at the mouth. Great now everyone thinks my dog has rabies. Oh well, he is a hot mess like the rest of us. I do always say he is my spirit animal because he is constantly laying around taking naps and stealing food so I suppose this fits right in.
Zoey struggled in the carrier, she was plastered to Shane's sweaty back and was probably feeling quite suffocated. I guess she thought the dogs would help her because she decided to growl and bark at everyone.
Isaac, as usual, felt the need to dictate which way we should go. When we would go the opposite way he simply would say, "No I want to go that way! Ok I want to go this way." He also decided he needed to continuously yell for Hobo to ensure his precious doggy didn't get left behind. "Don't say bye to Hobo mom."
It wasn't long before the trike was the most evil invention ever and Isaac needed out to stretch his legs. We decided to let him walk and give Zoey a turn in the trike. She loved it. Isaac hated that she was in enjoying his most prized possession and threw an epic tantrum. He didn't want to ride but he didn't want Zoey to ride either. After a few minutes of screaming his tiny toddler body was completely worn out and he could no longer support his own weight. He needed carried, of course the large father type person that was with us was not allowed to touch him. Obviously daddy was currently the devil and only mommy would do. I was prepared for this and only agreed to carry his majesty if he would go in the carrier (also known as the child back pack.) He didn't really agree to this but after a few minutes of serious contemplation he decided it would be ok. He spent the rest of the walk demanding snacks I did not have.
We finally got to the playground (or "parking lot" as Isaac so fondly calls it) and I thought I could finally take a break. My shirt was soaked with back sweat from hauling a thirty pound toddler in the carrier. I felt my lungs burning and my muscles about to give out. I got to sit down for all of thirty seconds before it was discovered that, according to Isaac, daddy was too big to play and only mommy could fit on the slide.
The walk back was filled with tantrums from each child as we alternated them in the carrier. I negotiated with the tiny terrorists so I could get back to the campground. The second we finally got back and bribed them with processed cheese and salt in the shape of goldfish the gremlins were satisfied.
There was a whole thirty minutes of bliss before both children started drinking out of the dog bowl.
Be brave
Ok guys fair warning, this could get a bit mushy.
This time last year was when I was finally forced to face the fact that I needed help. I knew things were not really ok, I knew it was more then postpartum blues. I was really afraid though. Isaac was having seizures and Zoey was going through a really colicky phase. I was afraid that if I asked for help I would seem incompetent and my babies would get taken away. This maybe should have been a sign for me, after all I work with social workers almost every day. I know why kids are removed from their homes and I know that asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness. Still I was so afraid to show this side of myself, the hot mess mama who thought that her kids were going to simply drop dead for no reason.
I waited so long and struggled so hard to have my babies I knew they were going to get taken away somehow… I just felt like they couldn’t possibly be mine to keep.
I’m sure a lot of people close to me were noticing the struggle I had but I was working really hard to hide it. There was one person in my family who was brave enough to speak up and tell me it was time to get some help. She babysat my kids and made me go to the doctor. She has been my rock and my support for a lot of things that I just felt other people wouldn’t understand. She has listened to me cry about the most ridiculous worries, like how obviously we can’t go anywhere because the toddler will get kidnapped by human traffickers. She has let me complain about my husband and how he never comes home on time, obviously this means he is having a sordid affair with some young hot thing in all his spare time. She has shared countless bottles of wine, rum, and other “mommy juice” with me.
So to this awesome auntie THANKYOU!!! Thank you for making me a better mama, thank you for helping me find myself, thank you for helping me to know that I don’t have to go back to a pre baby body. I love you!
Excuse me I think there is some goldfish dust in my eye. *Sniffles*
Mommy the door is killing me!
Today was beautiful outside and the kids were driving me crazy so we decided to get out and brave the zoo. Luckily I had a friend coming along. This should make things easier! Really it won't matter that the wagon is in the car shane took to work we can make it with a single stroller. Isaac likes to walk at the zoo. If he decides he needs to ride I can just put Zoey in the carrier. Perfect, ok here we go. I will pack lots of snacks we can get ice cream for a treat and we will be good. Getting in the car was surprisingly uneventful and the drive into the city was going well.
Once we got into the city I suddenly blanked on where I was going. Um hello I've only been to the zoo a million times! How is it possible I suddenly couldn't remember the way? It's ok the two year old knew. "Mom, no! It's the wrong way mom!" Well he wasn't wrong and once we got turned back around on the right road "Phew, that's a close one mom! We were almost lost forever." Ok I think that's a little dramatic but ya sure it's a good thing you were there Isaac I never would have found my way without you 
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We got to the zoo and things went great until Isaac decided he needed to rebel and go in an out door. The sensor didn't pick up his giant toddler head and I was not fast enough to grab him. The door squished him leaving him with the strangest line going down the middle of his whole body. This of course led to a lot of screaming. "Help me mom! Don't leave me! Mommy the door is killing me!" *Sigh* I don't know where he gets it.
Menopausal furnace
Finally a day off! I think I might enjoy sleeping in and read a book, maybe even indulge in some tv... hahahahaha just kidding I have kids!
I woke up to a freezing house because the furnace we had serviced less then two months ago has decided it is going through menopause and only works during hot flashes. After some troubleshooting and many frazzled calls to my dad we decided it would be best to call in the professionals. Of course this means there are actual human people coming to my house so I better actually put on a bra and at least clean up the dishes from last nights dinner.
My attempt to do a quick load of dishes was immediately derailed when I discovered our lifetime supply of dish soap from Costco had run out. FML! Ok Whatever I can hide the dirty dishes in the dishwasher for now. Oh wait, just kidding, the dishwasher is full of bathtub toys from the poop incident. This means two things; 1. The dishwasher is full and i will have to leave the dishes in the sink meaning I had better attempt to balance that mess by wiping down the high chairs. 2. I would have discovered our dish soap crisis sooner if I hadn't been to lazy to turn on the dishwasher.
Alright fine on to the high chairs. I started to wipe them down and realized they were pretty crusty and probably could use a good soak in the tub. This was a mistake on so many levels. First off it made Isaac cry, "Mom my heart is sad. It is crying mom. My high chair went away." Um ok cool, I had no idea that he was emotionally attached to the high chair that is clearly his surrogate mother as he is so neglected. Also this lead to discovering the grossness underneath the chairs. They are the booster kind that attach to real chairs. How does so much crap get under there? When did they stick toys in there? How did they get so many stickers? Now I was stuck cleaning the chairs which led to the floors needing swept. Once the crumbs and dust were swept away I could see how many sticky spots were on the floor and was forced to wash it. This is always a terrible idea because Isaac thinks it is hilarious to run through the freshly washed spots and leave his sticky foot prints. This always leads to me washing in circles and finally giving up leaving the floor always looking unwashed. Is 1030 to early for wine?
14 months is new...ish
This week's ridiculousness...
Monday the UPS lady rang the bell. I answered the door in my pajama onesie, hair in a messy bun, and teeth not brushed. The kids were napping but Zoey started to cry when she heard the bell. "New baby?" She asked. "Sounds like an awfully little cry." I lied and nodded my head. It was 1pm, I didn't need her judgement. #noshame #judgeyupslady#14monthsisnewish
Monday the UPS lady rang the bell. I answered the door in my pajama onesie, hair in a messy bun, and teeth not brushed. The kids were napping but Zoey started to cry when she heard the bell. "New baby?" She asked. "Sounds like an awfully little cry." I lied and nodded my head. It was 1pm, I didn't need her judgement. #noshame #judgeyupslady#14monthsisnewish
Tuesday Zoey had a doctor's appointment, she is still refusing to stand or walk. I woke up early, showered, brushed my teeth, and even found clean leggings and tshirt (it might have been Shane's tshirt, mine were all in laundry mountain.) I even managed a cup of coffee and some yogurt before the beasts began to bellow for me. I got the kids up and dressed in decent clothes and sat them down to a nutritious breakfast of processed sugar and food colouring in the form of lucky charms. We were doing great for time so I took a few minutes to indulge Isaac by painting his toenails and putting on minion stickers for him. This led to Zoey demanding her toes done too. I managed to get the dog in his kennel and children in the car with only one minor hiccup, Isaac wouldn't leave the house without his flipflops, apparently the running shoes with dinosaurs and flashing lights simply wouldn't do and clearly were causing his feet to be crippled. We were doing so well, only five minutes late. I even got a great parking spot, right up front! The walk into the clinic from the parking lot was torturous, Isaac's shoes kept falling off, Zoey kept throwing her doll and I was stupid enough to leave the stroller at home. After 10 minutes of this epic struggle and a meltdown from all three of us, I decided it would be easier to just carry all the things. I had the diaper bag, overflowing with snacks and distraction toys, slung over a shoulder and Zoey on my hip. I picked up Isaac in a football hold and managed to grab his flip flops with my pinky. At this point I ran for dear life into the clinic as I thought we might be too late for the appointment, oh and also I might drop the 50lbs of children. Once we finally got checked in and settled in the corner with the germ infested toys I sat down to take a breath. I realized I forgot my water bottle in the car and I would not survive the journey back to get it. I picked up Zoey's sippy cup and took the lid off, I took a big swig of apple juice and that is when I noticed all the old ladies scattered around the waiting room looking at me like I was a monster. I didn't have time to dwell on it or bask in the warm familiar glow of judgement because my tiny dictators were yelling at me demanding that I sit on the floor with them. They didn't want to actually play with me but sitting in the chair was apparently much too far away for them. The doctor was running behind and our appointment was an hour late. We got back home but of course both kids fell asleep in the car on the way back, so much for naps at home. I had to get ready for work but the kids were both cranky and demanding. Finally the nanny came. This gave me exactly 4 minutes to get ready before I had to leave. I hadn't eaten anything since the yogurt this morning. I threw a grilled cheese on the stove and attempted to find a clean pair of scrubs. I rushed out the door, grilled cheese and Coke in hand, got to the car and realized I didn't have my keys. Returning to the house made both kids cry at the realization I was going to work all over again. I got back to the car, and settled in realizing I didn't have my phone. I thought about leaving it, I really did, but I panicked thinking if I left it some disaster would happen and I wouldn't be reachable. I faced the wails of my people and got my phone. I was rewarded with sloppy toddler hugs and kisses. Finally I got to work and started my shift, it was during my first assessment of the night that a patient pointed out the Nemo sticker in my hair and the grape jelly on my scrubs.
#soblessed #trenchesofmotherhood #ireallydolovemylittles#howisitonlywednesday
#soblessed #trenchesofmotherhood #ireallydolovemylittles#howisitonlywednesday
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