Today has been...difficult.
Taking care of two kids under the age of two -- one of them a newborn -- is no easy feat. I was never naive enough to think it would be, but still. The only thing more difficult? Taking care of two kids under the age of two who are sick.
Gavin came down with a summer cold about a week ago. We thought it was teething (PS he's also teething...awesome) so we treated him with Ibuprofen before bed and called it a day. His crankiness turned into a runny nose...his runny nose turned into a chest cough...and his chest cough progressively got worse until finally we took him to the pediatrician. As with most illnesses Gavin has managed to catch these past twenty months, the cure for this is simply to "wait it out." I hate that.
Meanwhile, Baylor started getting cranky and stuffy a few days after Gavin did...just in time for her one-month wellness check with the pediatrician. Nothing to do but continue to "wait it out." The doctor still felt it appropriate to give her the Hep B shot, so the poor girl had to deal with the discomfort from that as well. (Somewhere in there, I also caught whatever the kids had. Perfect.)
So today...well, it started off like normal. I got the kids up (or rather, they got ME up)...fed them...changed and dressed them...let Gavin destroy the house a little. Then it was errand time (aka Starbucks time), so I loaded them both in the car and prayed that yet another round of "Mickey Mouse's Sing-Along" would keep Gavin happy enough to knock out a few errands (aka get coffee, lots and lots of coffee) before returning home for lunch. I made a big dinner last night, so I knew that once we got home, I had everything all set for the afternoon.
Wrong.
Stephen decided to take all of the leftovers from dinner to have for
his lunch today. We're talking over a pound of pork, sauerkraut, at least three servings of mashed potatoes -- I mean, a ridiculous amount of food for one person. It was meant to be his lunch, my lunch, AND Gavin's lunch! Heck, I had probably made enough food to cover lunches for tomorrow as well! He had just assumed I had portioned everything out (like I normally do, in all fairness), and I had just assumed he would know that five pounds of food was intended for more than one person...and we ALL know what happens when you assume. In short, I was out of luck with nothing to feed Gavin nor myself. I ended up giving Gavin some questionable strawberries and Chef Boyardee ravioli (no joke)...and I shoved yet another protein bar in my face between trying to shush Baylor and picking up Gavin's discarded ravioli from the floor.
I somehow managed to get Baylor asleep in my arms, and by the time I also got Gavin's non-lunch cleaned up, it was his nap time. AHHHHH NAP TIME! Time to rest! And by "rest" I mean wash the bottles, attempt some laundry, organize things for the evening, and generally clean the house. (Sometimes I'll have a "What Not to Wear" marathon playing in the background, so I guess that counts as some relaxation.)
One problem -- Gavin chose TODAY of all days to boycott his nap. He screamed from the moment I put him down, jumping up and down and tossing things from his crib. I wasn't about to cave -- I watched the monitor to keep an eye on him, but I needed the time to get things done around the house! I figured he'd calm himself the way he always does. Nope...not today. Today he had an explosive diaper "incident" the moment I put him down for nap. (Poor sick baby.) So, that was fun to clean up. I put him back down. He screamed and screamed some more. He had finally started to calm down when I heard him say "Mo! Mo! MO!!!" Mo means "more" and it's is his new favorite word. I'm very proud of him for learning it, so I reward him by giving him what he asks for. (In this case, it was food...since obviously his lunch had been terrible.) I stuck some puffs in a container and put it in the crib with him. NO WAY was I getting him out of that room without a nap! So he ate his puffs in peace, and I thought I was in the clear...but NOPE. I took a peek at the screen again only to find my son tugging at the cord of the video monitor. Awesome. So I obviously had to go in there AGAIN, scoot his crib out of the monitor's reach, and listen to him scream and scream for approximately fifteen minutes.
It is now 1:50. I put him down at 12:45. He is finally...blissfully...ASLEEP.
I have both children snoozing away. (I've been writing this entry in hopes that typing would somehow prevent me from biting my nails off, pulling my hair out, or suffering an all-out panic attack throughout Gavin's hysterics. My nails took a beating, but at least my sanity is still relatively intact.) This silence will be short-lived (since Baylor is now at the tail-end of her nap), so I'm going to use it to my full advantage...by washing bottles, attempting laundry, and half-heartedly watching a DVR'd episode of "What Not to Wear."
I've said it before and I'll say it again --
IT'S A GOOD THING THESE BABIES ARE SO DARN CUTE!
(AND IT'S A GOOD THING STARBUCKS HAS A DRIVE-THRU...)