The morning of the ER visit, T woke up throwing up congestion. I think I mentioned that in my previous posts. Then that night was the ER trip for Pman, then the morning after my husband left, our FD woke up vomiting (she too struggles with constipation) she and Pman had been giving fluids to flush them, but hers caused vomiting instead. Ugh vomit...you know my take on that. I lived, and I applaud myself greatly because for awhile I thought I might pass out.
Lots of tears surrounded the weekend but we survived. This is just some long distance training for daddy and he will be back to visit for a few days before he whisks off a couple more times before summer.
Although it's been the typical Murphy's Law crap...We have had some funny moments. Today, for instance, at gymnastics, Mr. T accidentally got de-pantsed (yes I'm making that a word). For the record, I was gone all morning at a make up visitation and was NOT the one who dressed him for gymnastics! Anyway, he was doing a HEADstand and his coach was helping him lift to a HANDstand and instead yanked his shorts off. He was DEF going commando today. He died laughing and so did I. I saw it coming but could not reach him in time. The two coaches were laughing and threw a mat over him until he could pull his shorts up. But the other mothers scoffed that I would dare bring a child commando to gym class. I, of course, got beet red when I turned to discover that my laughter was not echoed by anyone else but instead given dirty looks. Eh...I'll remember that you're the perfect ones next time! For a split second I wondered if my laughing gave away that I was the "commando boy's" mother. I suppose it did. After all, he did run to me for a drink afterwards! Sheesh!
On the way home I asked the big kids if they wanted me to drop them off before I picked up burgers for supper. We were going to pass the house on the way. Mr. T pipes up and says "If you drop us off right here, we will die and go to heaven and you will go to jail!" I was confused for a second and then I said "No! I won't drop you off on the side of the road! I mean drop you off at home, to play!" I forget things are very literal when you are three.
I currently succeeded in ignoring my 19 month old long enough that he crashed. Yay for blogging! He has been refusing to sleep since dad left. And tonight, he's been giving me the "mean mug". He sleeps in a big boy bed and loves to pester siblings after they fall asleep. So I asked him to hang out with me tonight but by 9pm I was regretting my decision! It's 11pm! Child!
Tomorrow is a free day. We get to do what we want because we have no obligations to attend to. I guess my 'want' is laundry and cleaning. We have a home inspection again this week and if I want to pass (in my mind), gotta give a little extra effort. With company coming for Easter, somebody has to clean! Guess I'm it! I'm also such a hypocrite. :) I'm all about being real BUT I would be humiliated if DSS saw my "real" house. I'd pass..no problem, but things wouldn't be "perfect". I'm not talking about "white glove" clean. Just visually pleasing. The new red marker art on the entryway wall doesn't pass MY visual inspection. So scrubbing tomorrow is my 'want'.
Happy Easter friends :)
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