Who would have thought, 5 years ago, that I would have a morning like this one---all before 8am. I’m counting down the hours for the election results, but mostly I’m counting down the hours until the kids go to bed this evening.
Since Father Time (or whoever is in charge of turning back the clocks) forgot to tell Oliver that it’s actually 5am and not 6am, we’ve been getting an early start these past 3 days. Sophie has this deep horrible cough and last night had a fever of about 103. She woke up several times due to not feeling well. Both kids were with me downstairs, and while Ollie was attempting to wear/eat some yogurt, Sophie was sitting on the sofa. Later, Ollie decided that he wanted toast with peanut butter, and proceeded to lick all the peanut butter off the toast and toss the rest on the floor (because that’s where things go when you are finished with them, right?). He was finished and after I cleaned him up, I was pleasantly surprised when he began playing quietly (this should have been my first clue). I was then able get Sophie some breakfast (since somehow I have become a short-order cook who ends up making three or four different things for breakfast in an attempt to get my kids to eat) and Sophie decided that applesauce was the only thing that wouldn’t hurt her throat. Meanwhile, Ollie wanders back in and goes over by Sophie, presumably to beg some food. Sophie says, “Mom, there’s peanut butter all over the place”. I come over and see what looks like peanut butter all over Ollie’s hands, Sophie’s foot and the rug in front of the sliding glass doors. I cleaned Ollie up before I let him get down—what is this!? Upon closer inspection, I realize that the peanut butter is, in fact, poop that has somehow escaped from Ollie’s diaper. When I tell Sophie this, she looks down at her foot and starts gagging and retching. While I am washing Ollie up in the sink, I shout to her to go into the bathroom. Sophie sort of hops to the bathroom where she proceeds to throw up her applesauce. I go in there to wipe off her foot and hold back her hair, and Ollie, with clean hands but a diaper full of poop, waddles over to the toilet to watch the show. After that is finished, I go out to retrieve the rug, only to find that Nia had taken it upon herself to clean up. Gross!
Now, it’s almost 9am and Ollie is cleaned up and sleeping. Sophie is watching cartoons and I’m drinking a cup of coffee. Barack Obama better win, because I don’t think I could take anymore craziness today!
