Kendall’s been sick this week. Not the kind of sick where he lays in a bed and sleeps all day, though. Just the kind of sick where I’m forced to keep him home from school, while he continues with life at the same pace he always has. So we’ve run a lot of errands together while Leyna is at school.
It’s actually not so bad because there’s just one of him. Just one carseat to deal with, just one kid to watch during bathroom trips, just one to keep from running in an opposite direction.
Man, one kid was EASY! I wonder how long it will take for me to feel the same about 2 after the 3rd baby comes…
That was Scott’s question to me earlier as he cleaned out Leyna’s little potty after she successfully filled it to the brim.
“Uh… go to an island without them?” I replied wistfully.
It’s been that kind of day. I laid on the couch most of it, convinced I was dying from some awful plague only after ruling out every possibility that I could be pregnant. I’ve been nauseous off and on for the last few days, but never to the point of puking.
Because I fight puking with all of my being. Every last ounce of energy is used to NOT EVER PUKE.
I started to feel better this evening and suggested we go out to dinner since I didn’t feel like cooking and the kids were anxious to get out.
Little did I know that Kendall was actually serious when he told me his tummy hurt right before we left and wasn’t just playing me for bottomless soda.
“Mommy, my tummy hurts. I don’t want to eat anything. I just want to drink soda. 10 sodas.” << THAT’S WHAT HE SAID. So obviously I thought he was just being… smart.
Until he ran to the bathroom as soon as we placed our order at the restaurant, and then puked all over it.
And then all over his bed at home.
Twice.
I’m glad he obviously hasn’t inherited my puke-phobia. Sorta.
The good news is I’m most definitely not pregnant because that’s not contagious. (And because, seriously, it would be impossible… but the contagion factor really sealed it for me… beyond the negative pregnancy test I took this morning. I have issues. I know.)
To entice him to stay in bed and “rest” (a.k.a. stay in the room that is already contaminated), I let him watch the Disney Jr. app on the iPad only after I stuck that bad boy in a Ziploc bag.
Feel free to pin that shit. “How to protect your iPad from your puking child,” or “DIY puke guard for the iPad.” I’m so clever.
And tired. Good night.
You may have seen these on Facebook already. I’ve already uploaded them to my Facebook Page. (Do you like me over there yet? You should! Your mother will not mind at all if you do!) But I thought I’d go ahead and put them up here, too.
Now, please excuse me while I go take another nap. Last night consisted of EIGHT small naps for me, meaning Leyna woke SEVEN TIMES. Not enough coffee in the world, friends.
Though, be sure I won’t be shining my trashcan or sterilizing the toys for you. I already took the Playdate Pledge.
Just because I look like a slob at 4:30 p.m. doesn’t mean I haven’t spent the day getting shit done. (And chasing kids, and feeding them, and making sure THEY get dressed and brush their teeth).
So, who else is chugging a pot of coffee this morning after waking ELEVENTY BILLION TIMES last night? Our jackhole neighbors were shooting fireworks as late as 1:30 in the morning. It crossed my mind to call the cops, but that would require talking and functioning, and I was too busy PUTTING THE TODDLER BACK TO SLEEP while sleepwalking.
Fireworks are crap.
I love hijacking Facebook status updates and turning them into Mommy Truths. Thanks to my friend Megan from Larks Notes This for letting me borrow this one.
… on nights the kids sleep.
After that? All bets are off.
Thanks to Stephanie from Froggy And The Mouse for this one!
If you have a Mommy Truth (or parent truth) you’d like to share, feel free to email it over to me (email is over there on the right hand side, by my picture). I can’t promise when or if it will be featured, but every now and then I like to dig in my inbox and throw one up here.