I worked in the nursery at church on Sunday and then again for our local MOPS (mothers of pre schoolers) group on Monday and somewhere along the way Noah crossed paths with a contagious baby because Tuesday night I was awoken from my slumber by Noah crawling on me covered in puke. Oh yes, life of a mother. Annnd then he couldn't keep anything down.
Thursday he was back to mostly normal minus the nasty messes he was leaving in his diaper (again, a mother's life. envy it.). It was 70 degrees and I was feeling cheerful so I thought it would be fun to take Christian and Noah to the Farmer's Market and park before we picked up Alena from school. But no, a pleasant outing would be asking too much. As I'm getting Noah situated in his carrier (of which I had to wake him up to get him out of the car!) Christian complains of an upset tummy. "Mommy, I think I'm going to throw up."
Oh joy. Back in the car and I managed to find a large Ziploc bag to use as a makeshift barf bag if need be. And it was. Juuust as I pull in the driveway, I hear the unmistakeable gurgling sound coming from the backseat that only a parent would recognize. Child #2 down for the count.
Sensing a pattern and feeling like a ticking time bomb myself, I whizzed around the house cleaning the bathrooms (confession: I can't throw up in a dirty bathroom.), trying to get ahead with the laundry, swept the floors, and anything else I could think of that I could not but would need to do in the next couple of days. I shot Gabe a text warning him of what was going on and not to be surprised at the condition of the house when he came home.
Saturday was another recovery day as Christian was back to normal and Alena was almost there. I really just wanted a nap! Gabe came home and took the kids' attention for about five minutes or so, so I got a smidgen of a break. But Noah was/is teething so it's mommy mommy mommy all the time and I really hope this doesn't last much long because he is still like that on Monday night!
So what's my point? There is none. Vent/rant over.
Oh wait... Monday. Gabe came home sick from work early and has been sleeping for going on 11 hours (lucky guy) and still has the rest of the night to go. Parent #2 down for the count.
And that's all she wrote folks.