This morning when Elizabeth bounced into my room, I realized regretfully that my insomnia had lasted all night. My throat has that great, deep sound that happens when you’ve been breathing through your mouth for hours; I guess I didn’t fight off that threatening cold, after all. Susie had two incredibly dirty diapers in quick succession. Tommy emerged crying from his room with a cold that sounded worse than mine. I got the girls some breakfast and sat down at the computer to email the girls at my Legacy table to tell them I wouldn’t be at study today, but I had to make a run for the bathroom. Some foods are worse than others coming back up. Why did I even eat dinner last night? I was just an hour shy of making it a full week without vomiting. Guess I won’t be scaling down on my meds yet. Back to finish my email, am I having trouble reading the screen because of my cold, or because I haven’t slept in 40 hours? Turned around at the girls’ shrieks in time to see a fresh bite mark on Elizabeth’s arm. How do you do full-circle discipline with a 17 month old? Can we last until Christmas without a second baby doll in the house? Can I just dig around with a scalpel and poke those two molars through Susie’s gums so that she stops being a crabby monster? Why didn’t I buy more baby tylenol at Target yesterday? Tommy (semi-grounded for hitting his sister seconds after waking yesterday) managed to dump his bowl of cereal and milk on the floor just seconds after I poured it. After I got everyone fed, Elizabeth decided to help herself to homemade cranberry sauce…and dumped the whole container all over the kitchen floor. The Muller version of Murphy’s law seems to be that as soon as I clean a surface, it will be messed up even more within minutes. So yeah, not the best of mornings here.
PS. After typing this, I tackled last night’s dishes, trusting the kids to stay out of trouble if I was in the main trouble area. Upon finishing, I came out to discover Susie with a tea cup, playing in the toilet. Someone had forgotten to shut the bathroom door.
I’m sorry you had such a bad start to the morning. I will say though, I’m glad Bryce isn’t the only kid who likes to play in the toilet-could they pick a worse place? I hope you feel better soon and that the sickness stays at bay.
Oh, Emily! When I saw your post on FB, I tried to comment but it wouldn’t let me! I was thinking of you though and wanted to just run by with a chai tea latte and pumpkin doughnut. 🙂 I hope that you have an AMAZINGLY peaceful morning today! 🙂