1/9/2017 9:30 PM
Oh screw it.
Burning a candle at both ends?
Nay.
I am a pro. And pros use sticks of dynamite when they detonate energy/fuel sources at multiple points.
It took me about 16 hours to get home with one very miserable E’Clair. Teething. Exhaustion. A cold. She’s just had it with me.
She was up at 4a.m. — Then Liam was up at 7a.m. And the day got rockin’ n’ rollin’ — Gotta get the car unpacked, check the oil, have it ready to turn around; I wonder if I’ve paid any bills due in the last 25 days; call the hospital, how’s Mom doin’… she’s not moving to rehabilitation program yet…; call the insurance company OH NO YOU DID NOT HOLD THE PHONE WHA?!?!
And so I spent all day on the phone with the insurance company advocating for Mom to be moved into the program. Apparently they need 48+ hours to review the “claim” THEN 48+ hours to make a decision… um… No?!!?? *sigh* Hopefully we achieved an expedited claim this afternoon and she’ll be moved (FINALLY) in the morning. I guess I’ll let you know in the morning.
Meanwhile… I was trying to fix a cable on the TV… I had ordered the replacement part (Liam pulled on a cord on the back of the stereo and the connector thingy broke so…) I’m trying to run the new cable and I turn my back for one second to write a claim number down and BAM! Liam pulls on the new cable because it’s just THERE all over the floor BEGGING to be pulled so BAM!
Ordered another one…
Laundry. Baby. Poop. Phone calls. Feed Toddler. Ringing Phone. Poop. Call Hospital again. Poop. Laundry. Fix stuff. Need to catch up with work. More phone calls. Get more crap out of the car. Poop. Toddler snacks. Laundry. Sippy cup. Take out the trash from all the poop. More poop. Pay Bills. Still on the phone. Holy crap on a cracker, where did my day go??
And then suddenly… it’s bath time. And then story time. And I’m throwing the clothes in the laundry and my backs only turned for a moment (haven’t I learned my lesson yet?!?) and I come back in to the bed to find…
… my 2.5-year-old eagerly reading to his 3-month-old sister. Who seems genuinely interested in everything he has to say. I don’t understand a word he’s saying other than “Thomas,” “Island of Sodor,” “Percy,” “Oh, no!” … But the inflection of sentences is there and he’s very intense about the whole thing. Three minutes of solid awesome.
Like every other 21st century parent, OBVIOUSLY… I pulled out my phone to video the moment…
And I’m totally fine now. Cute kids make everything better…
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