An unexpected visitor

I bathed the kids the other night.  This is not breaking news- I do it every night (lest you think that Steve is sitting on his ass during this time, he's not.  He's doing the dishes.  I would much rather bathe kids than do dishes, so I win).  While they were playing in the water, I took my glasses off to take off my make up.  While doing this, I happened to glance up at the ceiling, where I saw a brown blob (I'm basically blind, so without contacts or glasses everything is a blob).  I had a sinking feeling that I knew what it was.  Slowly, I put my glasses back on and glanced up.  My fears were confirmed.

It was a god damn ROACH!

Right now I'm picturing my mom shrieking and throwing papers at her desk as she reads this.

Yep, a nice fat roach, right above my precious children's heads as they played obliviously below.  I called Steve into the bathroom, and he trapped the roach with a plastic container from our favorite Thai restaurant (we have like a dozen of those containers-- they really come in handy).  That damn roach sat on our mantel for a full day before Steve got rid of it somewhere in the corners of our backyard. 

Don't worry, Steve left a slit in the lid so the roach wouldn't suffocate to death.  We're compassionate people.

Don't take an expired pain pill on an empty stomach.

It was a hell of a weekend.

I stayed out late drinking wine with friends on Friday, then got up early and took Ty to a local bookstore for a reading of "Danny and the Dinosaur."  While trying to pick up lunch on the way home, all of the restaurants were packed, so Steve and I decided to wait and have an early, big dinner out somewhere.  So all day Saturday, all I had to eat were a bowl of cereal and a granola bar.  After not napping (me and Ty) I had a massive headache.  We were out of tylenol and ibuprofen, so I did the next "best" thing-- I popped an old hydrocodone that has been in the house since Ty was born...in November 2008.

I did this on an empty stomach.  And the pill actually expired in November 2009. 

My headache immediately went away.  Then I started feeling a little drunk (not necessarily a bad feeling...yet).  But by the time we were heading out the door to eat, I was light headed, sweating and nauseous.  Steve made me sit down, drink water and eat goldfish crackers (no Saltines in the house).  I thought it was helping, but when we got to the restaurant I puked in the parking lot.  Steve kept asking if we should just go home and pick up food on the way.  With steak on the brain, I promised that I was better, and we should just eat there.

Nope.

I ended up going into the restaurant bathroom twice, thinking I was going to throw up.  My salad and chicken sat uneaten on the table.  We left, and I was full on sick by the time we got home, puking every 15 minutes or so throughout the evening.  Steve was a rock star, getting both kids bathed, fed and in bed, while I lay unmoving on our bed, listening to Nick Jr, which Ty was watching.  Luckily I started feeling better around 10, and was able to drink some Sprite and eat my upset-stomach-staple, chicken and stars (not noodles- stars).

Sunday was fairly tame, except that Steve was working on building our deck (or rather, preparing to build the deck), and the hammering woke the kids up from their brief naps.  So no nap for mommy either.  The few minutes that Ty did manage to sleep was also interrupted by a pee incident.  He had a diaper rash, so I laid him down naked.  I didn't think about the fact that he had downed a whole cup of juice/water with lunch.  I heard him crying, and walked in to find him standing by his bed, sobbing, with a river flowing around him.  He had no idea what was going on (so, definitely not ready to start any potty training!)  I got him and the room cleaned up and back to bed, before he was woken up again by the afore mentioned hammering.

We're now on day 4 of little or no nap for Ty.  He's not too bad without a nap, but I still need it for my sanity, so I'm hoping he's not about to give them up!  And Lily also didn't nap much today, and I fear that she's going to knock out for a late afternooner, which will then push bedtime back.  Oof. 

To my children: a love letter

Lily, I love how unpredictable you are.  One day you're sleeping 3 solid naps a day, 10-12 hours at night.  The next you're up twice at night, taking maybe 2 thirty minute naps.  Oh, did I say love?  I meant strongly dislike.

Ty, you are so wonderfully empathetic.  But really, you don't have to cry in the car just because your sister is.  I know she's crying.  Loudly.  I hear it.  But thanks for the heads up.

Lily, my friend, why are you such a heavy wetter?  I'm trying to save the planet, and use cloth diapers during the day AND night.  Instead, you want to stomp all over Mother Earth and wake up when your cloth diaper gets just a little wet.  I've accepted that your brother is going to pee a river overnight which requires disposables, but damn it, you're a lady! 

Ty, can you please decide on your favorite Nick Jr show?  I record an ungodly amount of "Fresh Beat Band" episodes, to the point where I'm excited when a new one premieres, and then you decide that "Dino Dan" is better. It's not.  It's equally as annoying.

And to both of you: will you please have a talk with one another and decide which one of you is going to wake mama up at night?  Because the tag teaming is gettin' old.


Love, Your sleep deprived mother

 

Obviously, this post is in jest, and I love the hell out of these two kids-- crying, night wakings, annoying dinosaur shows and all!

What a good week

The weather is GORGEOUS.
The kids and I have been in good moods.
I get to eat crawfish on Saturday.
We created a playroom in the front room/office for the kids, so all of their toys are out of the living room-- it is OUR space now!
And the best part...

LILY IS SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT!

Watch, I'll have jinxed it now.

My sleep last night, broken down

Asleep at 10:40 pm.

Lily up for bottle at 12:20 am.  Back down by 12:45 am.  Me, back to sleep.

Ty up screaming and crying at 2:36 am.  Bounced between his bed, our bed, a pallet on the floor, and his bed again for 2 hours.  Me and Steve, back to sleep sometime between 4:45 am and 5 am.

Lily (and therefore, me) up for the day at 7:30 am. 

Please, sweet children of mine.  Take a simultaneous 2+ hour nap today.  I'll give you chocolate and lollipops afterward! 

Sorry about that

I haven't updated in almost 2 weeks.  I was doing very important things, y'all!  Like...laundry.  And...moving furniture.  OK, I was just lazy.

I did get out of the house with the kids, though.  We went to lots of play dates with the awesome play group I'm part of.  We went to Target and the grocery store.  And we went to the McKenna Children's Museum in New Braunfels, a town/small city about 20 minutes north of us.

OK, who put the train station right by the entrance?  It was torture trying to convince Ty to leave it to explore the rest of the place!

They even had a spot for the babies!

Looking at the baby alligators.

Just goin' on a kayaking trip.

And cookin' up some fish.

Shopping for produce.

Directing a space shuttle mission.

I've never been to the San Antonio Children's Museum, so I can't compare the two, but I give major kudos to this one!

Except for one thing.

Due to a training taking place at the facility (ironically, a training I used to go to when I worked as a parenting educator-- two of my friends were at the training, and we all had lunch together!) the parking lot was full, so we had to park across the side street.  No big deal, it wasn't far away.  Until we had to leave. 

And I had to torture the kids by first changing their diapers. 
And they became traumatized when the bathroom changing table fell open with a loud BANG!, causing both to scream and cry in terror. 
And it was naptime for Ty. 
And we had to pass the god damn train table.

So I had 15 pound Lily on one hip (in the sling, thank god, and she had calmed down) and a writhing, sobbing 31 pound Ty on the other. 

The car had never seemed so far away.

Luckily, Ty fell asleep about 5 seconds after we started driving, and slept for another 2 hours once we got home.  We really did have a great time there.

But to the person who used the family bathroom after we left...I'm sorry for the poop I forgot to flush*, in my hurry to get the hell out of there.

*It was Ty's poop!