All I'm saying is that I deserve an award of some epic motherhood proportions for today.
Ian came into our bed this morning at 3am with a bad dream, which means I spent the next 2.5 hours sleeping on a five inch strip of mattress.
Normal whirlwind of before-school preparations.
To the pediatrician's for Zeke's big once-over appointment...that lasted nearly 3 hours, and consisted of things like holding him down for vaccines and 3 attempts to draw blood, 3 trips to the bathroom to 'pee-pee in a cup', and leaving the office with a "Stool Sample Collection Kit."
When we got home I used said kit...and there is now a 'sample' in my refrigerator. They don't tell you these things in Parenting 101.
Then I picked up the kids from school (minus Gavin, because Gaga was here to be his
Dinner=easy because a Meal Fairy left a casserole in my freezer. Thank you for the kindness of others! It is appreciated!
Bedtime- a breeze because of my fab husband.
But here's the grand finale: digging through 3 days worth of kitchen trash because tomorrow is trash day and I have a fear that Chase's good glasses are somewhere in one of those bags. Saving grace: there were latex gloves included in the "Stool Sample Collection Kit" that I used so I didn't actually have to touch anything gross in the garbage.
It's good to be home. Real life, people.