Morning:
I woke up to being vomited on this morning. At least he waited until after 8... I hate waking up before 8... it was 8:02. Whatever. Poor thing, after he vomited and cried (vomited from coughing so hard: Posttussive Emesis, bet you didn't know there was a word for that did you! It's cool I didn't either) Anyways. Vomit. Poor thing wasn't really ready to be awake either and he just laid his head down on my soaking wet chest wanting to cuddle and probably fall back asleep and of course I let him cause what's 5 more minutes in vomit sheets but then he started to cry... probably because we were covered in vomit... We moved to the couch, in new, clean clothes... and coffee for mom. I made an appointment for the doctor at 10 since we are on day 4 of this with a on and off fever and we snuggled and watched TV. Well I did.. He didn't really care. (Just a bad cold the Doctor said)
Afternoon:
I actually have 2 toddlers. One is just super furry... but my afternoon went as follows:
Declan has a ball, Marshal wants the ball. Marshal takes it out of Declan's hand. Declan cries and tries to get the ball back. Marshal skips for joy, he got the ball! I tell Marshal to drop it. Declan picks up the ball. Declan shoves said ball in Marshal's face. Marshal wants the ball. Marshal takes it out of Declan's hand. Declan cries and tries to get the ball back. Marshal skips for joy, he got the ball! I tell Marshal to drop it. Declan picks up the ball.... I tried to give them each their own ball but apparently that thought was ridiculous... I took the ball away.
Evening:
I'm working on my computer and Declan is playing behind me. He toddles of somewhere and I go to find him.. He's in the kitchen. Slipping on something wet. No where near the dog bowl. Now he's fallen in something wet... o good. Dog pee. Thanks for letting me know you needed outside jerk... teenagers (Mr Willi is 15 now and I feel he has the attitude of a 15 year old... or 105 year old.. Either way he doesn't care) I have cleaned up more dog poop, pee, and vomit in a week of Darren being TDY than this past year and add Declan spending the majority of his weekend coughing so hard we both get covered in vomit, well my washer got a workout.
So that was my madhouse of a day. But in case you were wondering, I wouldn't trade it for the world and yes, I can't want to add more little babies to the chaos.
I woke up to being vomited on this morning. At least he waited until after 8... I hate waking up before 8... it was 8:02. Whatever. Poor thing, after he vomited and cried (vomited from coughing so hard: Posttussive Emesis, bet you didn't know there was a word for that did you! It's cool I didn't either) Anyways. Vomit. Poor thing wasn't really ready to be awake either and he just laid his head down on my soaking wet chest wanting to cuddle and probably fall back asleep and of course I let him cause what's 5 more minutes in vomit sheets but then he started to cry... probably because we were covered in vomit... We moved to the couch, in new, clean clothes... and coffee for mom. I made an appointment for the doctor at 10 since we are on day 4 of this with a on and off fever and we snuggled and watched TV. Well I did.. He didn't really care. (Just a bad cold the Doctor said)
Afternoon:
I actually have 2 toddlers. One is just super furry... but my afternoon went as follows:
Declan has a ball, Marshal wants the ball. Marshal takes it out of Declan's hand. Declan cries and tries to get the ball back. Marshal skips for joy, he got the ball! I tell Marshal to drop it. Declan picks up the ball. Declan shoves said ball in Marshal's face. Marshal wants the ball. Marshal takes it out of Declan's hand. Declan cries and tries to get the ball back. Marshal skips for joy, he got the ball! I tell Marshal to drop it. Declan picks up the ball.... I tried to give them each their own ball but apparently that thought was ridiculous... I took the ball away.
Evening:
I'm working on my computer and Declan is playing behind me. He toddles of somewhere and I go to find him.. He's in the kitchen. Slipping on something wet. No where near the dog bowl. Now he's fallen in something wet... o good. Dog pee. Thanks for letting me know you needed outside jerk... teenagers (Mr Willi is 15 now and I feel he has the attitude of a 15 year old... or 105 year old.. Either way he doesn't care) I have cleaned up more dog poop, pee, and vomit in a week of Darren being TDY than this past year and add Declan spending the majority of his weekend coughing so hard we both get covered in vomit, well my washer got a workout.
So that was my madhouse of a day. But in case you were wondering, I wouldn't trade it for the world and yes, I can't want to add more little babies to the chaos.
