We started the week like any other - - Sunday was sunny and we had some family fun shopping at Target with money that we don't have. You know how a tri to Target goes... you go in for chap stick and end up paying $200 at the register for the many things that you never knew you needed! When we walked in, we headed straight for the carts that can hold three kids. I'm so glad they have those. Target is a sanctuary for me. If I couldn't strap my kids down in my sacred place and push them wherever I waned them to go, I can't imagine where else I would go to get a little peace (and buy a pretty pink handbag at the same time!). Hubby was with us that day, and of course the Love Bug asked if he could walk. Are you sitting down, ladies? My wonderful husband almost let our 2-year-old walk! Don't worry - - I caught the child before the words were uttered and got him pinned between the plastic seat and the straps. It was a close one, though!
On Monday hubby's alarm didn't go off, so he had to take the car. The Peanut cried all morning (no, I'm not exaggerating). Hubby texted to see how my day was going, and this is the picture I sent him:
Crying and crying and crying and finally fell asleep while I carried him around trying to get some things done! The little stinker.
When the babysitter got to the house, I caught a ride with a friend in to work. What a blessing that car ride was! If you ever need encouragement, just let your husband take your car for the day and ask a friend to pick you up. I got some much-needed time with her because of a faulty alarm clock, and I am so grateful for that time! When I got home, I tossed the kids in their cribs for nap time and thought I could get some work done. Little did I know, I would get a total of 10 minutes to myself that day. The Love Bug got his leg stuck in his crib. I wish I had taken pictures, but he was so upset I couldn't really do anything other than cry with him. He got it caught all the way up above his knee, and he was really jammed in there. I did my best to get it out myself, but I just couldn't. Finally, I called 9-1-1 for the second time in my life. They send 3 firefighters and an ambulance. It took all three of them to get his leg out of the crib, but to my surprise they didn't have to cut the bars at all!The next day was a tiny bit worse in terms of baby crying... but we definitely had a better nap time!
It took me forever to get this little man to sleep because he was teething so bad yesterday. He slept for a little less than an hour, but it was enough time for me to eat my lunch! I also was able to talk with my accountability partner and dear friend, which was absolutely wonderful! If you don't have an accountability partner, you need one!
This morning was the icing on the cake that has been my week... and it's only Wednesday! I hope there aren't sprinkles or fancy lettering in store for us in the next few days...
The boys actually let me sleep until 7:15 this morning! I jumped out of bed ready to seize the day as any mother of two boys under 3 would - - slowly and groggily. I decided to get the Love Bug up first {dun dun duuuuun} and then feed the Peanut. Well, while I was changing a dirty diaper before 8am, my toddler was downstairs chug-alugging the brand new bottle of Infant's Advil!
I'm so grateful for our pediatrician. She gave me the number for Poison Control (which I wrote down incorrectly and reached "New York's Hottest Talk Line") and reassured me that he would probably be fine because he's... well, a bigger kid. Once I found the correct number for Poison Control, the nicest lady calmly told me that my oldest baby would have a belly ache and that's probably about it.
What a week! I'm hoping for some sort of normalcy to rest upon my family within the next few days.
Riches amidst the Rags:
- Wonderful car ride with a friend
- Great first responders who kept me and my Love Bug calm and safe during a state of panic
- Sitting in a Fire Truck (for fun - - not out of necessity!)
- Wonderful chat with another friend
- Infant's Advil to help a teething baby
- Maggie from Poison Control when that Advil was downed by my 2-year-old
- A great pediatrician
- Great friends who have been praying for us this week
- A good night's sleep for all of us last night
- Popcorn and conversation with hubby last night
- Target
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