Started morning at 0530. Not pleasant.
Sam-I-Am wide awake.Snotty nose galore. Porter started barking inside at 0600. More not pleasantness. Got up, let him out, slept with Sam-I-Am in chair until 0645. Got other kiddos up and breakfast fed. Porter decided that being in the cold outside wasn't cool, brought him in. Thing 1 says "eww there's poo on porter's butt" just as Porter sits down on carpet. Seriously. Turns out not poo, but blood. Porter has earned the name "Sir Eats $#@! I Shouldn't". Clean up carpet, clean up Porter, send him back outside. Whole time Sam-I-Am is sobbing. Pick her up and she wipes her nose on my face. Seriously. Decide she needs a doc appointment. Realize Porter is eating the same food Thing 2 gave him 2 days ago, decide Porter needs a doc appt too. Both of those places open at 0800. Which is the same time I have to start trying to call CYS to get Sam-I-Am in for Meghan & I's first Super Saturday. Sigh. Shower. Get Dressed. 0800. Call vet. Get Porter in at 0930. BONUS! Call the Doc. Earliest appt is at 1520. Thing 1 has piano at 1630. Damn. OH! It's Tuesday, Meghan's kids are out at 1430! BONUS. Take the 1520 appt. Sam-I-Am sneezes snot ALL over my left thigh. Change pants. Call CYS. They're not taking reservations now, call back later. Seriously. Okay, get kiddos on bus, scour backyard for poo for vet, Sam-I-Am to Meghans, arrive at vet. Porter starts shaking hysterically. Funny and pathetic. Vet checks out bouncing, no weight losing happy Porter. SERIOUSLY DOG! He's fine. Nothing stuck. Get antibiotics and basically immodium. $92. Seriously. Find out it'll be $150 per dog for yearly shots&exam that's due next week. Seriously. Load Porter, Grab Sam-I-Am from Meghan's, feed Sam-I-Am (she only eats Tyson brand nuggets). Banish both dogs outside to nice air. Start FRGing. Feel oncoming nap. Pick up Sam-I-Am who agrees with nap decision. Nap for 10 minute increments over 1.5 hours due to Schnitz's random barking. Question why I own dogs. Wake Sam-I-Am up. Realize that I really needed to be awake 20 mins ago. Panic. Meghan arrives in her shining armor. She gets Sam-I-Am ready to go while I get me ready to go. Give her car seats & directions to piano lessons. Bonus Mommy Point. Drive like maniac to appt that takes 25 mins to get to and I only have 17 mins. Whew, make it with time to spare. Check in. Wait 30 mins before being called back. Seriously. Get called back. Wait another 15 mins. See doc. No ear infection. Seriously. Just cold. Seriously. "Sorry mom." Seriously. Gave prescription just in case. BONUS! Drive like maniac to piano lessons. Swap car seats and Thing 2. Yay for Meghan!!! Decide Chikfila for supper. BONUS! Drive to Chickfila-20mins, get food, drive home-30 mins. Seriously. FRG more. Wash kids. Put Sam-I-Am down. Read Thing 2's books. Read Thing 1 half of chapter. He decides he's starving. Seriously. FRG more. Sam-I-Am wakes up at 2030. Motrin her, Orajel her. Put her back in bed. Listen to her scream and shake crib bars through monitor while FRGing. Seriously. Finally stops. Whoo-hoo! Finish FRGing. WHOOOOOOHOOOO. for the night. Seriously. Laundry needs to be switched. Dishes in sink. And I wore my shoes ALL FLIPPIN DAY LONG.
That was my Tuesday. Wednesday started with Thing 1 puking....The Miller Group officially has the stomach flu.
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