One Morning in Crazytown

They say things happen in threes... Let's hope that is true. Life has been crazy. Times three.

Last week, I needed an emergency appendectomy. Great. Just when Chris starts a new job, he has to take off to be with me at the hospital and to watch the kiddos since I am not allowed to lift anything. Strike one.

Next, Ginger develops an infection in her anal sac. Yum. It's as awesome as it sounds. A trip to the vet, medications, spray for her butt. Strike two.

Finally, we think things are returning to normal. We had amazing family helping us out for the week. I was beginning to feel more like myself. Cue strike three.

Sunday night: Colds all around. Raegan went to bed okay. Rory not so much. Up every half hour or so. Doesn't want to eat. Runny Nose. Yuck. Finally sleeping at 11 pm. Ahhh sleep.

2 am. Screams. "MY EAR! MY EAR!" Awesome. Just wonderful. Bring Raegan into our bed. She falls right asleep.

An hour later. Chris yelling "Ouch! What is on my back?!" He has no idea Raegan is in our bed. Oops. She is pretending to sleep and fake snoring. Good one. Won't go back to sleep. Bring her back to her own bed. Back to sleep for everyone.

5 am. More screams. Bring her back to our bed. Won't go to sleep. Hand her the iPad. Half watches CareBears. Pukes in our bed. Chris teaches her to puke in the toilet. Poor baby girl.

7 am. Trying to make doctor's walk-in sick hours. Thirty-something degrees out. Winter coats, hats, and mittens for all. Figure out how to pile both into the car alone with minimal lifting.

Pull into doctor's office parking lot. Hear puking sounds from the back. Run and get her out of the car. Pukes in parking lot. All over coat, shirt, and shoes.

Carry both kids into doctor's office. Check in. Strip Raegan of her clothes. She proceeds to run around the office in only pants and socks. Finds pumpkin full of lollipops. Wants one. Throws a fit. Snot everywhere. She is THAT kid. Receptionist holds Rory so I can help Raegan calm down. See the doctor, ear infection in one ear. Check Rory just to be sure. Just a cold. For now.

Send prescription to Wegman's. Two kids asleep in the car. Family nap in the Wegman's parking lot. It's not even 10 am.

Rory wakes up screaming. It smells like crap. Oh, it is crap. Change Rory's diaper. Poop all over his pajamas. Extra set of clothes is the wrong season. Wipe off with just a wipe for now. Wake up Raegan to go into the store. One with poopy pajamas. One with pukey pajamas.

Finally home. Change clothes, eat a small breakfast, play a little before Chris picks us up to go to Mommy's follow-up appointment. The surgeon makes sure I am not lifting things- like my 18 and 24 pound children.

Anddddd the rest of the day seems uneventful compared to the morning.