Tuesday, January 20, 2009

One of "Those" Days.

Today was one of "those" days. A day when you wish you could just curl back into bed and wake up and hope it's better than what it is. Both Carter and Owen have been sick for about a week, fighting a cold like most of Houston. Carter deals with it by wanting to be held, snuggled and your undivided attention, Owen deals with it by fighting sleep and the saddest cough.

Owen was up last night at 4 a.m. nothing we did seemed to make him happy, at 5 a.m. I threw in the towel, put him in the swing and there he slept until 8. So we got up and worked on getting to the gym for a spinning class, right before we walk out the door both boys decided to leave me a present, so after the changing both diapers (I can not wait to only have one in diapers) we made it to the gym only 20 minutes late for my class. Not lucky for me or the other mommies at the gym, the kids club was more like a sauna this morning and the kids were miserable. I had to go get Owen after about 30 minutes and was totally ticked off that they had left him in his car seat crying, I picked him up and he was soaked with sweat and the lady looked at me and said, woah he's really sweaty... well duh! idiot. So we left with Owen still crying on the way home and Carter joining.

I get home to find a great surprise from our two terrible dogs. I left my pump on the coach this morning as we were rushing out the door to the gym. That was my first mistake. The dogs knocked the pump down and ransacked my bag and demolished all of its contents. I could handle this, I was still calm and collected, then I walked by the sliding glass doors and peered into the backyard. At this point all calmness left, I looked out into our yard to see all of my pump attachments chewed and destroyed. Are you kidding me? Mind you both kids are still crying and Owen is hungry and poopy again. My second mistake at this point was not opening the gate to the backyard and letting the dogs "get lost." So they are still here, banished to the backyard and kennel. Anyone want a beagle? how about a boston terrior?

At this point I have a melt down. Classic. Called Mike and cried. I want to go back to work. This is too hard. (Can I just say how wonderful Mike is. So loving and attentive and supportive. Thank you honey for letting me cry it out.) Not that the events were really all that tragic or huge by any means, but I think everything had been building over the past two weeks and this morning was enough to set me off. Call it post partum, call it down right craziness, but I have a case of I want to be someone else for a day.

The day did get better, or maybe I should say more manageable. I left the dogs outside, ignored the mess downstairs and put Carter down for a nap, took a shower and called the pediatrician, Owen had a slight fever this morning on top of his cough. I was able to get both boys in this afternoon and turns out Carter has another ear infection. I thought for sure that Owen would have one too, he's been so miserable the past few days, but she said it was just a cold and his ears looked good and his lungs sounded clear. I wish she could have heard him cough, she might have thought different. Side note, Owen weighed 15 lbs. 2 oz. He's put on about 2 lbs this past month.

We stopped by a friends house on the way home so Carter could play and I could also get out of the house and hopefully get a little less crazy. Thank goodness for good friends around the corner. The day was long but the night turned out okay, getting out of the house was the turning point of the day... thanks Stacie for loving my boys and putting up with me.

After baths I was able to play with the boys a little and grab a few pictures of Carter and Owen. This is what it is about. This makes it worth it. I can do anything, this stage will pass and I'll miss it. I'll go to bed tonight, hopefully Owen will sleep all night and we'll wake up tomorrow to a better day. It also helps that finally, as I write this, both boys are asleep and I'm enjoying a cinnamon twist donut from Shipleys with a tall glass of milk. I deserve it.

Carter and Owen. 19 mo. and 3 mo.
My little teeth brusher disappeared and emerged with toothbrush and toothpaste in hand.
Uncle Bryan would be proud. By the way Bryan- Way to go on the boards!
These are from yesterday and unrelated to this post. I just thought a little Owen chunky smile would do me and you some good.


lynette said...

i am so sorry to hear you had one of "those" days. i've been there too, in fact, seems like i've been having one of "those" days on a weekly basis. thank goodness for donuts and friends!

Jana Dille said...

Thanks for the comment! Don't you hate days like these. Thank goodness there's always tommorrow! I'm glad your night ended good too:)

Kathy said...

I love you here is a BIG hug and a shoulder to cry on. I'm glad that your night ended more smoothly for you. Brian gets calls from me all the time

Heather said...

Gosh I hate those days. I will tell you, I have plenty of those even though I work outside of the home so believe, the grass isn't greener, although I'm sure days like this make it seem that way. I hope that is some consolation. I hope today is better for ya!

Jeanette said...

You're singing my song! I have had many of "those" days too. It's hard with 2 that close in age. Everything multiplies BUT you. One of the reasons I wasn't as upset when Jim lost his job. Now the numbers are even! ;)

Hope tomorrow is a better one.

The Youngblood Family said...

I am so sorry to hear about your day! I hope it gets better. I think I have one of those days once a week (just like Lynette). If you need anything, please let me know. I am just down the street :)

adogsdream said...

Holy cow. . .15 lbs? Emma is close behind at 12# 9 oz. I'm sorry you had one of "those" days. I had one yesterday myself. Sick baby. Sick me. Bad dogs. I think our experiences have aligned . .. except I'm not making it to the gym.

Cody and Jessie said...

Oh man, rough day! Sometimes it is crazy with two kids, huh. Especially when one is a baby - i think that is what makes it extra busy. And I can't imagine having mine as close as yours are!!

Mama Wisch said...

You for sure needed a donut! UGHHH.. I hate days like that! You are always welcomed at my home for a little R&R!!